The Divorce

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I stared at Kyle, trying to realise if I just heard what he said.

He was nervous, his arms clasped on his knees like a school kid and his hair all wet, stuck to his forehead. Was he sweating?

Ew.

And did he just ask me that at my sister's wedding? Doesn't he know that proposing at someone's wedding was a faux pas? Thank god it wasn't on the loud speaker, but none the less, it might as well been from the sound of my fork hitting the plate, bouncing off and landing on the ground.

I was sure I had caught the attention of the people around us, including Gabriel who has his head tilted towards us, whilst he was speaking to the waiter. 

Kyle's eyes weren't nervous, yet the rest of his body language was.

"Are you drunk?" I asked him. It was a moment before I saw realisation flicker across his face. 

Cause from what I thought, it was me that was drunk, not him.

"Aurora."

"Who the fuck is Aurora?" I pulled back as he tried to reach for me, "Ew don't touch me."

Not with those potential sweaty palms. I grabbed the coke from the table and sculled it, if anything had to get you sober it was probably being asked to get married at a wedding. Well, not fully sober cause I was still swaying a little bit on my feet, even though I was seated.

"Are you okay?" I slammed the glass down and leaned at Kyle, and I was hoping I was using my inside voice. "I think you're on drugs."

I looked over my shoulder to tell Gabriel to call the cops but he wasn't in his chair.

I looked back at Kyle, "Are you being serious right now? In what world, did you think I would get married to anyone Kei-uh Kyle? You know how much I hate weddings."

"I know I just thought..."

"So you knew?" 

Well..he should know because we talked about this and how marriage just wasn't for me. And he agreed, he loathed the idea of it. 

"Well of course you told me multiple times when we were dating that you aren't the type of person that would want to get married, its just a piece of paper, and all that."

"And you STILL asked ME?" I exclaimed. I needed another coke to skull.

"What... to make up for not coming to this wedding you want to have your own?" I looked at my glass.  I must have used up all the magic I had because it was not filled with coke.

Kyle remained silent.

"Do you even have a ring?"

"Well no...I just thought-"

"I don't think you did much thinking," I scoffed, "Stand up please - If anything Kyle, this just adds to the list of things that I had been thinking about. What wasn't functioning in our relationship. You just showed me tonight that you know me even less than I thought you did."

I grabbed the half eaten bread roll and left.

I needed a shower, and I needed to go to my room and have another coke.

Was this man for real?

As I walked towards my room my anger turned to guilt perhaps I was being a bit mean to Kyle, he did come all the way here, but it doesn't take away from everything else. One good doesn't make the ten other things that were bad go away. 

I put up with a lot of his stuff cause he put up with a lot of mine, it worked because we were just...us. We just did things as they came, we weren't 'committed' in that sense. I shuddered as I opened the door thinking about the idea of us getting married.