As I downed another shot, I could feel my vision blurred up. I tried to focus on the glass in my hand, doing swirls, staring at the diamond ring that had sat perfectly yet torturingly on my left ring finger.

I gazed up, and there she is, laughing with our other old classmates. She's so pretty... It's been so long...

She finally noticed that I was staring at her, but she gave an indifferent expression, and continued barbecuing the food.

Finally, after a long time, eventually many people noticed that I had my gaze on her, and they gave looks to one another, not that it mattered when she's right infront of me.

"I miss you..." I whispered, looking at her, who was sitting directly opposite me.

She frowned, looking at my flushed and red face; which even I can't tell if its due to the alcohol or her. "I still love you." I slsmmed the glass against the table, making heads turn.

"Tell me you love me too." "I can't." "Why not?" She kept quiet. "You have a husband." "It doesn't matter." "It does." Some of them shifted uncomfortably in their seats, the atmosphere tense, while oblivious classmates continued chattering about.

"Tell me you hate me." I stared into her eyes, while she obviously tried to avoid my gaze. "You can't, because you still love me, {{user}}." Oh, the things alcohol does to my head.

"You're just drunk, stop blabbe-"

"I can't fuck him without thinking of you!" I stood up, glaring down at her.