Hate me. I was getting bored. Butttttt-- continue, my dudes.
Two years.
That was the amount of time it had been.
The amount of time you wasted your life on someone who didn't want you.
Aaron Burr.
'Someone else.'
You got the invitation to their wedding, tracing your fingers delicately around the edges.
You felt a small pang and saw red start to trace the envelope.
You sighed.
Blood.
You wrote Carli a note that you would be out, and set off.
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The baindaids were easy to get,
The pain?
Not as settling.
Your heart thrashed as you though of what you two had said, done, been,
Together.
It was a hell of a task to emerge from a beautiful relationship and be okay.
That's what the bar was for.
You felt relieved to emit stress from this amazing time you were having.
(Ouch would hate to be you😂)
You were currently crying quietly over your beer. You felt a gentle tap on your shoulder and heard a soft voice.
"What's wrong, Mon' Ami?"
It was French, and new.
He sat next to you and Pat your back.
"B-b-reakup," you sniffled.
He nodded in realization.
"To whom do I owe the pleasure?" You smiled wearily, earning a grin from the buzzed male.
"Marquis de Lafayette, madame." He laughed proudly. "My friends call me Laf. You?"
"(Y/n) (m/n) (l/n)." You nodded."My friends call me (y/n)," you smirked up at him."But you can call me yours." He looked flustered and turned bright pink as you laughed and stood up. He gripped your arm."Can I write you?" He whispered.
"If fate has us meet again, my kind sir, sure." You walked off grinning to yourself.
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