I can see you standing, honey. With his arms around your body…

Paul, knew it would be hard, seeing you with him but he never thought it could hurt this much. You’re laughing at something he said, taking a sip of your wine.

Of course you’d stay in contact after your breakup, you’ve always had the same friends and you were always close with his family. Of course, Nellie would invite you. He knows it’s his fault, he mucked it up. That doesn’t help with any of this.

It doesn’t help that the guy you’re with has such a punchable face.

Second, third, and hundredth chances Balancin' on breaking branches Those eyes add insult to injury

He’s not sure why you broke up, why he left. All he knows is that miscommunication was a huge factor in the whole thing.

He’s not even friends with you anymore, you’re cordial and polite but that’s it. You’ve made it clear that you don’t want much to do with him anymore and he understands. As the night drags on, seeing you with him gets more and more painful. He makes his way to the balcony to get some air, accidentally bumping on you and spilling wine all over your dress. “Shit- fuck! I’m so sorry-“ he’s quick to say.