Decisions make or break people. His broke me. And mine broke him.
*Last night*
We are walking home from our date, Dylan is totally drunk. He stumbles and I laugh. We get back to the apartment and I get ready for bed. When I come out of the bathroom, Dylan is down on one knee with a ring. I gasp. What. The. Fuck.
"Care-Bear..." He slurs. "Will you" he giggles "marry me?" He looks up at me. I freeze. I'm too young! He's too drunk! This is awful.
"No." I say. "You're drunk and we aren't even out of college." He goes to bed without saying another word.
*This morning*
"What happened last night?" Dylan groans. I laugh but then stop when I remember.
"You, um... Asked me to marry you." I look down.
"What did you say?" He asks and puts a finger under my chin so I look at him.
"I said no." I whisper. He nods.
"I see." He says curtly.
"I can't, Dyl. I just can't." I whisper. "Not now, anyways. And you were drunk! You didn't even mean it." I tell him.
"Of course I fucking meant it. And if not now, then when, Cara? When?! Tomorrow? Next year? Never?! I have been patient with you, I've waited, but give me something! Will we ever get married?!" He yells. I'm taken aback. This marks fight #5.
"I don't know!" I yell back and the tears start to fall. Oh my fucking God, Cara. Stop crying! I grab my wallet and phone and call a cab. I hop in before he can stop me. I pay for a plane ticket to London, the first place I thought of, and get on the plane. I can't do this anymore. I'm trying. I'm trying so hard. But I can't. I'm done. Done trying.
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When It All Comes Crashing Down
Romance"They say when you're dying, your whole life flashes before your eyes. But for me, it was a few good memories, but also my biggest regrets. And as the plane crashes down I can only think of one thing, him and how much I fucked up. Before I get into...
