Christian
Where do I start? Maybe at the beginning, when everything started going downhill.
I had been getting ready for hours. My longtime boyfriend had texted me saying we were going out. We had been together since high school. Probably one of the most cliche love stories but still it was mine. Anyways I finished my make-up and threw on my favorite black heels. Lukas had told me to dress nice so I figured we were going somewhere and he’d propose. Boy was I wrong. His white jeep pulled up in front of my apartment complex and I got in. “Hi babe.” I said. “Hey.” Lukas responded. “So, where are we going?” I asked while putting on my seatbelt. “Just to that place you like.” he said. Weird. Lukas was never like this. 20 minutes later we pulled up to my favorite restaurant. We stepped outside of the Jeep and headed inside the restaurant. I was greeted with low chatter and the delicious aroma of the food. Once we made it to the table Lukas’s behavior became even weirder. He wouldn’t make eye contact and was fidgety. This made me think he was actually going to propose. The waitress came around and greeted us, she told us her name was Amanda and would be our server today and proceeded to take my drink order. After she took my order she turned to Lukas and her face paled. They made eye contact and Lukas looked overcome with guilt. “Lukas, is everything okay?” I asked, my voice laced with worry. “Y-yes everything’s fine, I’ll just have a water.” he gave a small smile to the waitress and she walked off, her face like she’d seen a ghost. “So did you know her or anything, cause you kinda looked nervous?” I chuckled. Lukas took a deep breath, reached across the table, grabbed my hand, and started to speak. “Melanie, we’ve been together for five years. Your amazing and well I don’t know how to say this but-” before he could finish I said yes. “What?” he asked. “You were going to ask me to marry you right?” I looked to his eyes for the answer but they were downcast. “Lukas, what’s the matter?” “Melanie we need to break up…” He finally looked at me. “Like I said you’re amazing but I can’t do this anymore. I found someone and she’s smart and funny and I think I love.” My blood ran cold. It all clicked. “Is it the waitress?” I said, “Why does it matter?” “Dammit, Lukas is it the waitress?!” Lukas inhaled before responding “Yes.” “How long?” I managed to say. “Six months.” Amanda was finally walking back with our drinks “Here you go.” she said with a friendly smile. “Amanda is it? Well instead of a tip you can keep him.” I stood up the chair scraped against the floor. I walked out of the restaurant. Not saying anything, not feeling anything. I walked for another ten minutes before finally breaking down. I sat on the cold concrete reminiscing on the last five years of my life. Six months. For six months I had been living in a fantasy world. With it all going on behind my back. He loved her. Lukas said he loved her. My heart broke at the thought. I had spent so much time on my now ruined make-up thinking he’d finally propose tonight. I didn't know what to do. So I called up the two people I knew would be there for me. “Hey, Kim, Willow its me. Call me back when you can it’s important.” Voicemail. Great, when I need them most they don’t answer. I finally got up from the concrete dapped my face dry from the salty tears and walked in the direction of the local bar. That’s what I need alcohol. I stepped into the dimly lit building walked up to the bar and ordered a beer. I figured I’d start light and then get some strong shit. “A bit overdressed for a bar aren’t you?” A voice said behind me. I turned around and came face to face with a stranger. Odd since I know everyone in my town. “Maybe.” was all I could muster up. “Daniel Jones and you are?” he said while sticking his hand out in my direction. “Trying to get drunk.” I replied grabbing my beer and walking away from him. “Listen I’m new in town and I was wondering if you could help me out maybe show me around.” Daniel asked. This guy was relentless. “Listen I’m here to get drunk if the circumstances were different yeah I’d show you around but there not. So I’m gonna go get shitfaced.” I said. “Wow um ok. Maybe I’ll see you around yeah?” Daniel gave me a small smile and walked away.
