You could say that. On June 25, you were five years without bulimia, not even a single burp in your history with the problem. But there weren't many people to celebrate it with. Sure, there were those few friends you had told about it, but what would they say was the reason for a party? Hoopla, you don't vomit your fluids into a toilet. Go, girl! It's so exciting and so many people would like to participate. Luckily, there was a little party on the way. Only a few friends came for no reason, but Jack had the urge to throw it. Just thinking about the conversation brought a small smile to your face~☺~☺~☺~"Hey honey," seeing the look in his eyes you could tell everything was going to be okay. "I was thinking, since we've never been to a gathering. I was thinking maybe we could have a party." “Mhm, so how many people did you invite without telling me?” you said, it was predictable that way. But he was oblivious to its obviousness as he moved his eyes to the floor, thus displaying his inner motivations. "Uh, only 30 people. A couple of colleagues, some old friends. Nothing special on June 28th." Giving him a suspicious look, you continued to ask him, "Formal or informal? Are there children? Is there anything else I should know that you're not telling me?" "Nah, that's all. Now I have to go do some things. Bye, Naut." kissing your cheek, he rushed to the door to do whatever that weirdo was doing. God, that was weird.~☺~☺~☺~Everything was amazing. People mingled, food was stuffed into their bodies, and the party went well. You also got to meet people you hadn't spoken to in months. You wouldn't have known that Charu was pregnant with Isaac's ki... middle of paper...you would have felt such strong and painful guilt. It was my fault that it all happened and I'm selfish because I didn't want an image of your weakness as my last memory of you. Now I just wish I had the last one." "Hey, Naut? I don't think you'll mind if I take a shot of strong vodka on your grave since you're dead, right?" pulling out a simple silver flask with his monogrammed initials. Soon, he was drunk, even spilling some of the 'alcohol on the stone. "You like daaat, don't you? Now you can get drunk too!" he said putting the flask back in his pocket as he stood up. He placed a bouquet of red flowers next to your stone, "Hey, don't you think it would be romantic if we died side by side? side? Not at the same time. Right next to each other? I think it would be." "I hope you don't mind the noise. It will be just a second and we will be together again."