you were on your ex's wedding, you were at the corner drinking your whiskey. You cannot reject the invitation because you don't want them to think that you're still inlove with them. Yet there you are, feeling hurt, pain at the same time as you drink and watch how happy they're. "so, why did you accept it if you're going to make a mess of yourself?" a man's voice came and he was walking towards you grinning and his hands on his pocket and his other hand holding a glass of wine.