"You're really sick you know. I can't imagine someone being as mean and selfish as you, 𝘒𝘪𝘮 𝘐𝘷𝘺." He says, as he finally let go of her.
"Only if you had known my viewpoint, 𝘑𝘦𝘰𝘯 𝘑𝘶𝘯𝘨𝘬𝘰𝘰𝘬. Only if you knew." She barely whispers out...
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Sayonara.
I took another swing of the 500 mL vodka bottle, finishing the last few drops that remained. I was sprawled on the floor, in nothing but my red lingerie. Minimal clothing helps in relieving, that's my perspective.
The white bed sheets were brutally abused and thrown on the floor. The black television screen had a crack in the corner while my phone laid broken, with just a cracked screen that occasionally lit with an annoying sound. Irritated, I threw it across the room and luckily, it hit the wall and fell down dead.
That damned phone.
That damned everything.
The lamp on the study table wasn't in one piece. Its head was tilted abnormally, the light flickering once or twice. Irked by its existence as well, I threw the empty bottle in my hand towards it, causing the cubical head of the lamp to fall down and the wall to be smeared with the glass shreds. The carpeted floor around was filled with tiny glass pieces, tiniest of the glass pieces that could go right into the skin and not be found easily.
I was dizzy. And completely wasted. I staggered towards the window and pushed the curtain apart, and was greeted by the dusky hues of the sky, which would soon be replaced by darkness with tiny stars budded in.
Huh. A day gone on self pity.
Pathetic.
I snort and stumbled my way towards the dressing table, with a few pierces of the glass pieces. It didn't hurt much, because the pain in the chest was much more significant than the physical pain.
Standing in front of the mirror, I stared at the blurry and horrendous image of a girl. Messed up hair, puffed and droopy eyes, red nose, tear stained cheeks, blood streaks around her legs, standing or more like, stumbling on her foot in nothing but a lingerie. A completely disoriented girl. A complete mess.
Everything around me is a mess. I am a mess. A terrible, agonized, pitiful mess.
I felt my knees weaken as I stagger forward. Supporting myself on the dressing table, I stared at the mirror again. And so did that pitiful girl.
And why? Because of a fucking ring. A ring which I should've known that I would see sooner or later. The same ring I had selected and the same ring which she would be wearing as she would walk down the aisle in a glorious white wedding gown, looking like a heavenly entity, an angel smiling down at the people as they stare mesmerised. The same fucking ring which he had already adorned on his finger.
