“Congrats” was all he could manage to choke out. He knew he deserved it. Five years gone no call.

There he was staring at your big diamond ring. In a house with a man who wasn’t him. Engaged not to him. It made him feel like that diamond was bleeding through his eyes. You didn’t like diamonds or silver but he stared back up at you. That’s all you wore now. You had long hair now, Blonde. You used to always complain about blondes.

He sat there. Sam was the sensitive one. Always able to reed a situation, as he sat there it killed him. Five years ago he left you in Stanford without a word two years in you told yourself you couldn’t wait on someone who Might never come back. Now you’re engaged to a good man in a small town all the town would just gush over you two.

Now you sit there accross from him he looked the same but sad. Solemn. Tired.