He ran his ringed finger around the rim of his whiskey, wondering how he could have gone from so blissfully unaware to so disillusioned in one sharp moment.
How one minute he could have been surrounded by the happy buzzing of elegantly dressed symphony goers, drinking in Ethan's beauty as he schmoozed in an ill fitted tux, and the next watching his fairytale romance turn into something real and unwanted.
How much it stung, worse than the liquor as it slid hot down his throat.
“Buy you another one?”
Reality was never as shiny as the pictures made it seem.