I could taste the sweet yet bitter liquor on my lips. For this time, I drank all the contents down to the last drop wishing it could wash away the pain inside. In my head, I could almost see your pursed lips in disapproval. I know you hate it when I get tipsy with alcohol. But, you aren't here, right?
I laughed, a bitter one. Why would I care about what you like? You didn't even know what I wanted. You always assume that you do. But, you never once asked me if I do really love to pretend living the way people around us wanted to be.
I stared, my eyes getting watery, at the shiny band of gold wrapped on my finger. It doesn't change at all, the ring we both have after pledging a life long of promises. I wonder why your ring didn't hold you back to stay here for a while.
I know you'll never stay too long. With or without a ring of vows, you would find ways to get tire of how dark and broken my personality could be. Nobody bothers to stay anyway. I shouldn't be surprised that you're no exception.
I wiped the tears on my face, put the smile on my face. Looking around my room, I took a deep breath to face my battles alone.