Too Late For Your Proposal

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his jaw slack. Bridget's triumphant smirk faltered, replaced by a flicker of irritation. They hadn't expected

shadows, my presence now undeniable. "If you went on that ski trip

e, a tell-tale sign of his discomfort. He knew. He abs

'd shouted at me, his face contorted in anger, just before he walked out the door for

all side table next to him. The cheap veneer splintered, and a small cer

ter! Your hand!" She rushed to his side, fussing over his knuckles, which we

sh bitch! How could you do this to him? After everything he

osal? The words hung in t

t Bridget, his anger momentarily subdued by

"He bought you that Tiffany bracelet you've been drooling over! He was going to ask you to marry h

ed lamp. "Look! He's heartbroken! He loves y

mbled, his voice hoarse. He reached into his pocket, pulling out the small, velvet Tiffany box. He snapped it o

s not do this. You're upset, I get it. But we can fix this. You k

elet, once a symbol of my deepest

all this, you still want him?" Her eyes gleamed with malice.

was all too much. My mind reeled, pulling me back to that final, fate

shb

this anymore. This 'friendship' with Bridget? It's not a friendship. It's a constant invasion. She's

lie, you're being ridiculous. Bridget is my friend. We've

y when your girlfriend asks you to set boundaries with a woman who constantly

esn't! You're imagining things! And even if she did, what doe

i trip this weekend. With Bridget. With her and her friends who all think this is hilarious. If you

hick with unspoken words, with years of unspoken resentment. I had held my br

ndoubtedly cheering him on, telling him not to be "whipped." I c

the words ripping through the fragile thread of our relation

g the door behind him, leaving me a

Flas

is voice thick with a fake remorse. "Ellie, please. I messed up. I know I did. But we c

one of his packed boxes. The box shifted, revealing a glimpse of his worn college hoodie, a relic of