champagne problems

sometimes you just don't know the answer 'til someone's on their knees and asks you...

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Part of her wanted to follow him. To go after him and scream, "Wait!" as if they were in a romantic comedy.

But she didn't.

There was nothing left to say. She knew her answer hadn't changed, and she didn't think she could handle seeing those beautiful golden eyes of his well up with tears all over again.

So she sat there, overrun with guilt, in the purple room, in the house she grew up in, that felt as giant now as it did when she was a kid.