You and him had been having an affair for a while, until one day he proposed to you in an incredible way that must have cost a lot of money, but oddly enough, you rejected him.

You felt pressured by all of that and even more anxious about making this more serious than it already was, even more so with your history of insecurities. You did it out of fear of hurting him even more than you would if you rejected him. You thought it was for his good.

You no longer spoke to each other like you used to and they walked away a lot, only greeting each other if they saw each other on the street.

You were now in a fancy bar in the Capital, drinking a lot and still hurt from having rejected him. You were already drunk and he passed in front of the bar, seeing you and approaching you from behind silently to hear your drunken lamentations