LAURA.
"Michael what is going on?" Laura sits up, watching Michael adamantly avoid her eyes. "Tell me the truth." He heart is racing.
"Laura I'm so sorry," he whispers.
"Sorry for what?" She prods, feeling like hell has split open over her.
"I didn't mean to do what i did."
"What did you do Michael?"
"I lost control, i was drunk, Laura."
"No," she whispers. As if on cue, tears start rolling out of her eyes. "No!"
Michael shakes his head. "I'm so sorry babe, it was a mistake, a drunk mistake, and i regret it everyday."
"Did you know her?" Her voice is raspy.
"No," Michael shakes his head.
Laura gets off the bed and zips up her dress, unable to think straight, her heart shattering into a million shreds and sinking to her feet. "How could you, Michael? After all these years we've been together? We're engaged, for Christ's sake!" She throws a pillow at him in anger.
"Laura I'm sorry, please, i made a mistake."
"It's more than that Michael," she angrily relies, shaking her head. She marches out of the bedroom, Michael hot on her tail.
"Laura please, i beg you, listen to me…"
Laura grabs her coat and purse.
She opens the door and makes to leave. "Bye Michael, we are over."
She slams the door in his face, runs all the way down the stairs and gets into a taxi.
That is when she bursts into all out tears.
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DRUNK CONVERSATIONS
Short StoryZara Anderson and Laura Spokes are best friends. Both are drunk. Laura is drunk on love. Zara is drunk on depression. But you see, the thing about being drunk is that it doesn't last forever. You still have to wake up the next morning and deal with...
