I'm Not The Only One (Scomiche)

1: Celebration

“Cause I put everything out there and I got nothing at all.”

Good Thing by Sam Smith

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I looked around the dining area. It took me quite a while to set up everything but I was very satisfied with my work.

The small round table was draped with a red cloth. I used the fancy china - white plates with a gold accent on the rim with matching silverware - I recently bought specifically for this occasion. In the middle of the table was a bucket with our chilled wine, while beside it were the wine glasses and two small candles.

It looked so romantic. Almost perfect.

Almost, because I didn’t cook the food. I would’ve loved to and that would’ve been so… domestic of me, but I sucked at cooking. So no, I didn’t cook but I ordered food and it was sitting on the kitchen counter. The dessert was in the fridge, and that’s what I was actually looking most forward to.

I took one last look at all I’ve done and couldn’t help the grin I had on my face.

Time check: fifteen minutes. I had more than enough time to freshen up so I went to my room and did just that. I changed into a simple black and white top and matching black pants, sprayed on some perfume, and styled my hair. I had five minutes to spare by the time I was through so I waited on the couch and turned on the television.

Five minutes later my eyes were practically glued to the door, expecting him to come in any second. It wasn’t like he comes on the dot; he actually had a habit of being late. But we’ve discussed that, and he promised that the next time he’s running late he will tell me. I double checked my phone just in case. Nope, no message. He should be here soon. I fixed my hair again, using my phone’s screen as mirror.

Ten minutes passed and I was still alone. I was starting to get a little worried and also impatient. I gave him a call but it went straight to his voicemail. I decided to send him a message.

Mitchy: “Where are you?”

I watched until the screen faded to black. I waited a couple more seconds but sighed when my phone stayed silent. I headed to the kitchen, phone in hand, and checked on everything a second time. The food was already lukewarm and the ice on the bucket had started to melt.

I called Scott a second time, then a third, and then two more times after that. I was starting to get pissed so I stopped myself from leaving any angry voicemails or sending any texts.

After an hour of waiting and pacing the apartment, I started putting the food in the fridge. However I didn’t move the anything on the table since I was still hoping he would come home soon.

Ten more calls and another hour later, I was done. Even if he came home my mood and appetite were already ruined. There could only have been one reason why he was ditching me, and the thought drove me mad.

I grabbed the bottle of wine and a glass, settled on the couch, and poured myself a drink. I sipped it slowly and tried not to let the negative thoughts affect me. Alas, it was a futile task. If anything the wine only woke up the green monster inside of me.

I wanted to scream and throw things; instead, I found myself on the floor, wine glass replaced with the bottle, sobbing my heart out.

To make things worse, I made the mistake of looking at the dining area. I don’t know if it was the universe mocking me, but as if on cue, one of the candles died. Like it was telling me to stop hoping. That my romantic night was over. That he wasn’t coming. It just made it impossible to stop the tears from falling.

How foolish was I to even think it was almost perfect? It’s a fucking disaster. He’s not even here.

I took another swig at the wine bottle.

Happy fucking anniversary to me and my stupidity. Cheers.