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Dean (donttouchthecar) wrote in utr_logs,

"Oh, shut up," he said, trying to cut her off, but it didn't matter because she always had to have the last word. It didn't matter. Narrowing his eyes, he just stared at her and tried to keep from laughing his fucking ass off because this whole thing was just ridiculous. He wasn't going to take anything away from her being 'nothing' because she was the one that came here, or actually, was forced here and she lost the baby. That, in some fucked up way, he could understand. It was just how it worked out sometimes and it sucked, but it was true.

"Yeah, that's all you were. Just another game, Sol, oh fuck you, give me a fucking break!" He yelled at her this time. He stayed where he was though.

"Heh, yeah. You know what? You're a bitch," He said finally, just sealing the deal on this whole conversation. "After you left, we were looking for you. Everywhere. Trying to get an inch of an idea of where you were. I was going to marry you, have a fucking family and live some Leave It To Beaver fucking life! I would have given up everything just for you, but yeah, you know what? You're right. To just think of all the fucking chicks I bagged in our bed, man, what can I say? It was a game," he said and smirked at her. Yeah, it was cruel, but right now? All bets were off.

To top it off, he patted his pocket and felt exactly what he was looking for. Pulling out the little ring, he held it up for her.

"Yeah, remember this?" He asked. "Don't need this anymore," he said and tossed it over the side of the balcony. The silence was thick between them and all that was heard was the ring hitting the cement below.