brandi. (zombiephile) wrote in daiquiri, @ 2008-01-27 17:46:00 |
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He was alone again. Rejected. Dismissed. Walked out on. At least Ginny'd had the decency to do it before he was left standing at the altar. Unlike Melissa, the snake, the bitch who left him standing there at the altar, looking like a total idiot until her best friend finally came in and announced that Melissa had left and wouldn't be coming back. No, at least Ginny had said it to his face. Not that it made that much difference. Both times, he'd been left on his wedding day, by women he'd loved, who were supposed to have loved him, too. With Melissa, he shouldn't have been surprised. She'd always been a lying little snake. But Ginny ... after everything that they'd been through, he'd been there for her through everything. And she just left him. Would she even let him see their child when he or she was born? Eric looked down at the papers in front of him on the desk. He should be working. But he just couldn't concentrate with all these thoughts running through his head. Fuck. Damnit. He needed to stop thinking about her. He was too tense to do his work. His eyes fell on the bottle of scotch on the side table. A drink would do him good. It would calm him down and help him stop thinking about Ginny. There was nothing wrong with a little drink to clear his head and calm his nerves. Just one, and he would be fine. |