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Preference #26: She's out there, and she sure is waiting.

My whole world was in the process of being complete, I was going to propose to my perfect girlfriend. I sat in our room twirling the ring between my fingers, admiring then wedge of a diamond which the guys had helped me pick out, all I had to was wait until she came home. Cal helped me plan out the entire thing, from the presentation of the room to what music I played and the outfit I wore, which ended up being a navy suit.

Rose petals lead across the floor surrounded by individual candles with all of the lights dimmed, I had a special bouquet made of bright flowers which I knew she would love. She always loves seeing bright flowers in a field or on display, she says it brightens up even the most depressing scene.

Mentally I researched what I had planned to say one more time, perfecting it so I wouldn't screw it up, it has to be perfect for her, she deserves the best I can offer. "...the last three years have been so special to me, touring with you and seeing the world," I mutter as I pace around the bed and placed the ring back into the box and into my back pocket, out of sight from her.

"Lukey?" She was home, I remained silent feeling the nerves getting to me even more so now she wasn't far from answering my question, the one that could make or break our future. I could hear her mumbling confusion as she walked up the stairs and into our room, once she looked around and saw me stood there smiling brightly she let out a sigh and rubbed her forehead. Not exactly the reaction I had been hoping for...

I went to move towards her in order to start my speech but she backed away into the door, "Is everything okay?" I asked, concerned why she isn't crying or jumping with joy like you usually see in films or reaction videos.

"No," She let out a frustrated short sigh, "course I'm fucking not! What even is this?" She asked motioning to my entire plan and I felt diminished, all my efforts which I thought she would appreciate have backfired in my face.

The ring feels like it's burning through my back pocket, as she walks around the room analysing ever aspect with disgust. "Did I do something? What's happened was work bad?" I ask still concerned over her as she opens her wardrobe and takes out her clothes.

"I can't." She states throwing clothes now all over the bed, "I can't keep doing this to you. Listen Luke, I don't love you!" She yelled and I felt myself shatter inside, my world that had been falling into place slowly but surely had been erupted.

My grip on the box in my back pocket slipped and it fell to the floor, all went silent between us as the box hit the ground and she looked down to it with a heavy look. "You, you don't love me, or don't love me anymore?" I asked, trying to keep back the trembling I felt internally.

"I, I did love you but I met someone else a while ago. I'm just going to pack my stuff and go, I'm no good for you Luke and you aren't what I need right now, there's someone who will be made for you and me somewhere. You know she's out there, and she sure is waiting. Bye Luke." She quickly told me as she continued to stuff a suitcase and then close it, all whilst I stood there silent and still.

For a while I remained still, playing the situation in my mind as she walked out of the door, quietly leaving my life. My world had truly fallen apart, and like anyone in my situation would do I had one plan in mind; get pissed off my face.

Immediately I found myself at the nearest bar and took a seat, ordering a beer and got the bartender to start a tab, I'll sure need one. As I look down into my drink I saw her face in it, her dark glossy hair and flawless skin, her unique sense of humour. I miss everything about her, and this illusion of her in my drink is me playing mind games on myself.

I found myself half way through my drink when a sense of denial kicked in, then after my second depression. Someone came and sat down next to me but I found myself too focused on my drink to even care at this point.

"Get me the strongest drink you have, then get five more." I turned to see a stranger sat next to me, her face was streaked with black and she wore a false smile. She saw me staring and sent me a blunt wave.

"Yes, yes I am aware I look like a mess and frankly I'm past caring." She scoffed and the bartender placed the first shot infront of her. No quicker than he had placed it down she had downed it, she let out a shaky breath and a dry laugh. "Now, that's the stuff." She joked and wiped her mouth. "So, what's your story?" She turned on her stool to face me and I lifted my head up from my glass.

"I got dumped." I said and lifted my glass to her before finished the last half, seeing her face dissolve into the remainders of the foam.

"Ouch, serious or just a fling?" She asked and I played with the top of the glass, trying to distract myself from feelings.

"Three years." I stated and she ordered another drink for me and for her. When they arrived she passed it to me.

"For both of us, in the same boat." She cheered and let out a shaky laugh. I could see the trembles in her hand, how upset she truly was even underneath the ruined makeup she was still hurt.

"I thought he was going to propose." She spoke up in a hushed tone as she placed her empty shot glass down onto the table.

"I was going to propose." I stated, finally letting myself speak out about it, rather than it being something I would ignore and deny if anyone asked me I felt like someone should know.

"But he didn't." She sighed and pushed her glass away from herself, a sense of defeat becoming clear.

"But I didn't." I thought back to how nervous I felt, sat there playing with the ring, how ready I felt for it all. How naive must I have been?

"Here's to you, Mark." She forcefully spat his name out, as if he were a form of vermin.

"To you, Arzaylea." I still spoke of her angelically, still caring for her even after this, I knew I was in denial but who knows how long I could be hung up on her.

"Y/n." She spoke up at last to me, now a small smile becoming prominent beneath her self pity.

"Luke." I told her and shook her hand, "At least let me buy you a drink, I mean you got me one and I think we deserve it." I joked and she eagerly nodded.

For a while we shared stories and laughed about the events of the evening as if they were comedic in any form. The alcohol had diluted the pain we both felt and added a filter to our stories, made them seem less harsh and more entertaining. But the fact is we will both wake up tomorrow with the harsh, brutal truth and that is what we have to live with.

"Listen, Y/n." She turned her head up towards me, her eyes showing more genuine happiness that stood out from the rest of her radiating sadness. "Fancy getting coffee, have something a bit less strong next time?" I joked and waited for her response. "Don't worry if you don't want to, you can't do worse than reject a proposal I never got the chance to give." My laugh remained hoarse and my eyes began to water, I desperately waited for her to reply so I could make a quick exit.

"Sure, I mean you actually seem like a good guy. Funny, Mark said how the right guys waiting for me and I don't know if I believe in all that or if it's just the drink getting to my head but I want to see how this pans out." She smiled and scribbled something onto a piece of paper before standing up, only just managing to walk. "See you around Luke." She slid the paper towards me and paid for her tab then proceeded to walk out, leaving me with my hefty tab and a phone number.

Maybe my world can be put together piece by piece once again.