You could say so. By June 25, you had been bulimia-free for five years, without a single burp in your timeline with this problem. But it wasn't like there were many people to celebrate with. Sure, there were the few friends you told about it, but what was the reason for the party? Hoopla, you don't vomit your liquid net worth down the toilet. Go ahead, girl! It’s so exciting and so many people would love to come. Luckily, you had a little party coming up. Just a few friends who really came over for no reason, but Jack felt like letting him down. Just thinking about the conversation made you smile a small smile ~☺~☺~☺~ “Hey baby,” seeing the look on his face, you could tell it was going to be good. "I thought since we didn't really go to a meeting. I thought maybe we could have a party." “Mhm, so how many people did you invite without telling me?” you said it, he was predictable like that. But he ignored his obviousness as he turned his gaze to the ground, showing his inner motivations. "Um, just 30 people. A few colleagues, a few old friends. Nothing special on June 28." Giving him a suspicious look, you continued to ask, “Formal or casual?” Children? Is there anything else I should know that you're not telling me? .Cya, Naut." Kissing you on the cheek, he rushed out the door to do whatever that weirdo was doing. God, he was weird.~☺~☺~☺~Everything was awesome. People were mingling, they were being fed food and the party was going well You were even able to catch up with people you hadn't spoken to in months. You wouldn't have known that Charu was pregnant with Isaac's son. ... middle of paper ... you would feel such strong and painful guilt It was my fault that all this happened and I'm selfish because I didn't want an image of your weakness to be my own. last memory of you. Now I just wish I had one last one." "Hey, Naut? I don't think you'll mind if you take a swig of hard vodka at your grave since you're dead, right- isn't it?" taking out a simple silver vial with his initials in monogram. Very quickly, he was drunk, he even poured some alcohol on the stone. "You like it, don't you. ? Now you can get drunk tomorrow!" he said, putting the flask back in his pocket as he stood up. He placed a bouquet of red flowers next to your rock, "Hey, don't you think it would be romantic if we died side by side. side? Not at the same time. Right next to each other? I think it would." "I hope the noise doesn't bother you. It'll only be a second and we'll be together again."