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I can't quite remember how I got invited to the party.

And I can't quite remember how I got out of that huge house stuffed with people and cigarette smoke, where the word 'party' has been violated to the point that I simply didn't want anything to do with it.

What I do know very well is that I had a goal.

And I had something to go along pretty well with that goal - a bottle of strong liquor in my right hand, which I wasn't holding particulary tightly enough, considering it was a half-full glass bottle.

The goal was to reach her house.

But, let me back up a bit and explain first who she really is.

Altough the events after midnight and until now, at about 4 and a half a.m., were nothing but a blur to me, the events which happend before this current period of time were clear as day. More or less so. Over the course of this evening, not only did I find out that my ex Andy was one of the most desirable people on the guest list (if there was one, that is), but I also found out that his new chick lived just a few houses down the street. That explains the fact he's partying here in the suburbs of this damn city, rather than the nightclubs in the heart of it, where all his favourite places are. I didn't hear much about her, just rumours that my friends said in order to make me feel better.

And yes, that's how the plan came about.

'She' was her.

So, what was the plan exactly?

Well, now we're slowly coming to the grey, unclear part of my marvellous night out.
I was stumbling down the street, houses moving past me agonizingly slow, because of my sluggish pace. But, that was okay, I wasn't in a rush. Nothing could steer me away from this road now. Not even that dark car moving in parellel with me on the road at the same agonizingly slow speed as I did.

„Get in the car.“, his raspy, tired voice made me shake a bit.

The engine was still running when I stopped and turned to him, while he was sitting in his shiny new car, with his hands on the steering wheel. His blue eyes were focused on me. I was standing on the pavement, still gripping that bloody bottle and looking at him while trying not to appear drunk.

„This is not a request.“, Andy added, after he saw that I didn't even bother to move or respond.
„Get in the fucking car already.“

I laughed loudly.

My heels quickly continued to clink against the pavement as I walked away.

He followed me, stepping on the gas pedal with minimum power, so he could drive on the right side of me while I failed at my attempt to get rid of him.

For the record, I didn't even manage to get to the house of that dumb whore. I didn't know if he realized where was I going or if my friends helped him guess, but at that point, I couldn't care about anything. My mind was going wild; I was mad at the whole world and I decided to show that with every fibre of my being. I was pissed that after all this time, Andy meant so much to me and I was absolutely furious that even when he was away and with someone else, he unintentionally prevented me from getting into a new relationship.

Mainly, I was mad at myself for letting us fall apart so easily.

And I hadn't got a clue what I wanted to do once I reach her house.

Egg her front doors? I don't have eggs. Smash the bottle against her car? Nah, I don't want to end up in jail, since I can't really run in these damn high heels. Cry on her lawn while passing out from alcohol poisoning? That was the most plausible, altough highly unwanted scenario.

As I took another manly swig from the bottle, Andy called out my name, which almost echoed down the empty, dark street.

„Who do you think you are asshole?!“ I stopped again and turned to him. „Leave me the fuck alone!“

„I'm not going to let you do something you'll regret, so get in the car, I'm taking you home.“,
Andy spoke in a more mellow tone, but still exhausted as hell.

„You're not taking me anywhere.“, I shook my head vigorously. „How do you think it'll be good for me if I go anywhere with you?“

I regretted my last sentence already a few seconds later when I saw him look away and clench his jaw tightly. But, it wasn't a movement caused by anger. Rather than that, I saw how much I hurt him with that comment.

Still, the guilt wasn't big enough for me to step into his car.

„Fine.“, he turned off his car and left it in the middle of the street.

I waited, completely dumbfounded by his sudden actions. The only thing keeping me there on the spot was curiosity.

„What the hell are you doing now?“ I asked.

„I'm coming with you.“, he locked his car and put the keys in his jacket pocket.

„No, you're not.“, I said quietly, almost as a whisper.

„You know, you should start saying 'yes' a bit more.“, he walked over to me, casually running his hand through his dark hair.

If he knew how much I loved when he did that, he would probably stop doing it.

„It's kinda rude to decline everything someone offers to you.“, he finished as he stood in front of me on the pavement.

„Offers to me?“ I got angry for no reason again. „I don't need you here, get the fuck out of my way!“

As I tried to push past him, stumbling in that heels, he swiftly catched me by my shoulders and made me stop. I was too slow to escape out of his grip.

„You're drunk. And you can't think rationally and make smart decisions.“, his eyes sparkled in this light as he was staring at mine. „You'll regret this in the morning.“

„I'll probably regret if I sit in your damn car, too.“, I concluded.

„Fair enough.“, Andy let go of me and looked down, before straightening his spine again and looking intently at me.

„Will you at least give me the bottle?“ he reached out his hand.

There was a moment of hesitation before I sighed and gave him the bottle. He nodded slightly, probably a bit relieved. After that, I reached for my handbag which was hanging from my right shoulder and searched through it. Andy was patient, waiting for me to pull out something he didn't expect I still had.

„I want to return something that's not mine.“, I said sternly, like the cold air and the seriousness of the situation finally got to me and helped me start sobering up.

I watched the shock on his face as I raised my hand up, holding a beautifully made ring on my pale palm. It was simple a simple silver piece, but looked awfully expensive, to say the least, owing that to the diamonds shining on it brightly.

„T-this-“ he was out of place, mumbling his words.

„I know you said that it's mine to keep, no matter what.“, I sighed again. „But...“

Tears welled up in my eyes, threatening to spill out, as I recalled all of our memories together, which led to him kneeling down on one knee and giving me this ring.

„It doesn't deserve to be carried around as a piece of jewellry, because it's so much more than that... And frankly...“

He interrupted me. „You don't want it.“

„N-no!“, I answered fast, my voice cracking. „I'm not the one who deserves it.“

Andy looked away, thinking that I won't see his own tears starting to build up if he averts that amazing eyes from me. I took a deep breath, my lungs heaving slowly.

„I don't know if there's someone in your life who you would like to give this ring...“, I gulped. „But
I don't think she wants it as much as I do.“

I managed to shock him again, so he looked back at me, his mouth agape.

„And...“ I was the one who looked down this time, not being able to cope with his wide-eyed stare. „I know I fucked up beyond words and that I can't fix us anymore. So...“

It was too hard to speak for me, the sentences were simply stuck in my throat. I was afraid I'll start crying if I continue to talk, so I just took his hand and put the ring in it, showing him what I meant to explain.

This was me trying to move on, altough I knew I'll never manage to get over him.

„You were the one who...“, he shook his head, not taking the ring, so our hands stayed together with the ring between them.

„...Declined my offer.“, he spoke softly, like I declined an invite for a formal dinner, not our own wedding.

His voice was mild, but still deep. „Why are you saying this now?“

I bit my lip, trying to surpress all my emotions. Trying so hard not to cry.

„Why did you carry this ring for so long?“

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