I finished getting dressed and took one last look in the mirror. The suit was gaudy, but I had to admit that it was nice. I looked nice. I figured that he was pretty eager to get this night done and over with, considering that he had bought the suit for me a week prior. The whole week had been hell, and tonight was the home stretch.
He was distraught all night, I should know, I was too. I fumbled with my words the whole dinner and my heart ran a mile a minute. But his worry was more graceful. He held his composure and was tactful all night. Which was weird because knowing him, he is usually very aggressive especially at parties, surrounded by loud family members.
I was incredulous to his behavior, I know he hates this whole situation but he's too calm. But I couldn't think too much about it as his parents walked up to us.
Topics fluctuate from table to table and conversations seem to turn into mindless chatter that filled the room like a fog. One of his aunts goes on about how her new husband had bought her a new purse. She bragged about how expensive it was and authentic. It was clearly a counterfeit.
The night carried on just as the glasses of champagne. His family members wandered up to us wanting to congratulate us for whatever reason they saw fit. I guess they thought it was rude to congratulate us on "coming out" or just straight up "being gay". Instead we got "We're so glad you found love" and "I'm so happy for you two!". The best we can do is thank them and shy away from the rest of the conversation while suppressing our thoughts with another glass.
Everything started to blur.
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