We’re done.
Julian
I walk into the bar to find my two best friends at the back booth, and I fall in beside them. My beer is already waiting for me.
“Hey.” Seb smiles. “You look like fucking shit, man.”
I roll my eyes. “Don’t ask.” I pick up my glass and drain it, quickly putting my hand up for another.
“What the fuck’s wrong with you?”
“She wants marriage and babies.”
They both frown and glance at each other. “And?” Seb asks.
“I don’t.”
They both raise their eyebrows and sip their beer, afraid to comment.
I stare at the television on the wall with a huge lump in my throat as I picture her heartbroken face. I close my eyes and exhale heavily.
Seb is frowning when I look up again. “I’m lost.” He points his beer at me. “Why do you look so shit if you don’t want marriage and babies?”
“Because I love her,” I whisper.
They exchange looks and Seb holds out his hand. “Well… I mean, she is twenty-two.”
"Twenty-six," I correct him.
“Of course she’s going to want marriage and babies. Where the hell did you think this relationship was going to go?”
I rest my elbow on the table and drop my head into my hand. “I don’t fucking know. Not here.”
“I take it she didn’t take the news too well?” Spencer asks.
“We argued about it last weekend.” I sip my beer.
They both frown as they listen.
“Today she opened a confirmation letter for a vasectomy I had booked this week.” I rub my hand through my hair.
“Ouch.” Seb winces at Spencer. “That’s got to hurt.”
I close my eyes. “You should have seen her face,” I whisper sadly.
“Fuck. If I were her I would have given you the vasectomy on the spot with my knee,” Spencer murmurs.
“He hasn’t gone home yet. That’s probably going to happen tonight.”
They both chuckle at their stupid joke.
“What are you going to do?” Spencer asks.
Another round of drinks arrive.
The walls start to close in around me and I feel my chest tighten as I consider both my options. The thought of repeating what I’ve been through with Alina terrifies me so badly, it nearly brings on a panic attack.
But how am I supposed to live without Bree?