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Great.

I found my self stuck in a bar, drunk, and wasting all my extra change on alcohol. Rotting away.

No one came to check on me after Dream ran off. No one ran after him. He just ran back to his little boyfriend.

Me and George used to be friends you know? We were the best-est of buds. We'd hangout all the time.

But he just flipped a switch. I asked him to come to my wedding and be my best man, but he sabotaged instead of being supportive.

After he ran off with my brides hand in his, i felt nothing. I spent weeks working on this wedding. And he knew how much Dream meant to me.

I spent fortunes. Every last dime on decorations, drinks, and food. But now I'm here, it all put to waste.

I struggled with trying to find someone to go to. Someone that will comfort me and help me out. But there was only one person. Someone who i never liked. Someone who left me for broken too.

Wilbur. My own father.

I hated him with everything i had left. The only amount of feeling left was hate.

But now i know, that Love isn't good. Its evil.

It just makes you feel worse when you cry, and it stabs you at every chance it can.

Its a waste of time. Of patience. Of trust.

And no matter what i did to stop him from going, he just stared at me with broken eyes. I thought he didn't want to leave. So i called for him. To fight back and come to me. But he didn't move out of Georges grip at all. It was actually over.

Was that his goodbye? Was that really how he was going to leave? Just a look? He didn't even say anything.

Then all of a sudden, the urge to cry faded. I remember not feeling anything at all. I still had to process what happened, but in reality i knew for sure.

My bride, was having an affair, with my one of my best friends.

And now, with the ring still on my finger. We just needed to kiss. The kiss was the only thing left. To interlock our love.

As the metal clenched against my bone, i ripped it off painfully.

And threw it. I threw it so far.

It reminded me of when me and my father Will would talk about all the things we wanted to do. We promised that we would play baseball together, even if i never knew how to play sports. He said he would take me around L'manburg, and show me every bit of history that laid.

At-least he said he would.

Now L'manburg is just a blown-up sinkhole. With a glass path all around the top.

I threw that shiny, and rare ring of metal so far into the sky, that now it was a worthless, rock.

Im done.

I actually loved Dream.

"Another round, please."