You thought your relationship was perfect. You thought Griffin loved you as much as you loved him. You thought you and Griffin were endgame. In fact, you were so sure of it that you bought a new dress, set up dozens of candles around your apartment, and cooked all of Griffin's favorite foods to celebrate your one year anniversary.

You waited for Griffin. You waited and waited and waited. But he didn't come and he didn't call, and he didn't answer your calls or texts. It wasn't like him to ghost you...

When you finally found him at Charlie's Place, the local bar that had been around since Prohibition, he was downing whiskey like it was going out of style. "What are you doing?" You insisted, standing there in the dress you had worn just for him. "What does it look like?" He asked, not even looking up at you.

"I waited all night for you." You told him, your hands on your hips. He just scoffed. "It's our anniversary, James." You glared at him as he still refused to look at you. "I had it all planned out, I even bought this dress. A bit of a d-ck move ghosting me on our anniversary, don't you think?" You huffed, folding your arms.

"Oh, grow up." Griffin snapped, throwing back his whiskey. "Go to hell." You retorted, your voice thick with emotion. "I should have known you'd be like this." He sighed and looked away.

"What do you mean?" You asked, taken aback by his response. "Forget it." Griffin grumbled, staring down at his empty glass. "Say it, tell me." You insisted angrily. He sat silently, not answering. "James?" You prompted him.

"It was a bad idea starting something with you." Griffin finally answered, pouring another shot of whiskey as you stared at him in shock. "I don't believe you." You managed to murmur. "It was a huge mistake." He doubled down, his eyes on the table instead of you.

Griffin didn't say anything else, and the tears started to roll down your cheeks. "I hate you." You sniffled, wiping the tears off your cheeks. "Good." He nodded, his eyes still downcast as you turned and fled from the bar.