The thing about past and memories,
they hit you with
'what you had's and 'what could've been's.

And Mia -
she was my idea of running away
from haunting flashbacks.

The platinum band around my finger
shone as I gripped a bouquet of roses.

"To her?" Mia bit me through words.

I didn't blame her.
She could see blatantly.
She could always see.
Even before you crashed into my
present life, Artis.

And the result of her 'seeing'
was the matching platinum bands.

I wasn't a saint either.

Always the coward.

2009. 2017.
Always.

Fear of ending up as the lonely old man
with rum in his hands,
bearded chin and bloodshot eyes
that carried too much pain.

That fear smiled as engagement rings
in our fingers.

The roses I bought you withered
as Mia screamed and cried.
Maybe I shouldn't be so selfish.

I made up my mind.

"What's wrong?" you asked.

Everything.

I handed you my unspoken heart
with those withered roses.

"Nothing, Artis.
Just a bad night.
Again."

a/n., if you don't understand this chapter, just ask me. idek why but I love this chapter so much. really long chapter, I know.

Personally I like this chapter because it's so relatable. Idk.