"Fuck the world," She muttered under her breath and you simply raised that pierced eyebrow at her, hoping she would explain better.

"If the world doesn't like you or me, then it can fuck itself because we are their last chance."

And in a way, you want to believe it.

You want to hang on that little thing called hope, but you know you're young and drunk and everything sounds better with those combinations. So you just smile and agreed.

Yet you never believe that she would actually fuck the world.

Change all their opinions and make them begging on their knees for her and you. And maybe, just maybe, that scares you.

Because for once, she wasn't talking that stupid nonsense about unicorns or her idiotic brother doing something just as idiotic. For once, she was talking about her future with you.

And she meant it.

She did more than she even said she would. She had the greatest of people who had the strongest will fall by her smile. Even your father, who dare you say cared, when she said she couldn't do without you. With that, you raised your glass higher and chugged it more quickly. But it didn't explain why she did it.

Why she left you.

Because one moment, you guys are talking about togetherness and the next moment, you are talking about how much you miss her. You never believe that for a second that she loved that one kid. The one that even you fell for, but that is a long time ago. And then, you start say,

"Fuck Beck Oliver."

Of course, the media was all about it and uncover secrets about that one moment in time where you believed in the nonsense just from the same kid. Where you thought that maybe that bright redhead was on to something. But, of course, you never say that out loud.

But maybe if you had, she would of stay.

Yet, here you are right next to her, as she was about to say her I do's when for once you believe that this is your last chance. So when the old man who so happens to do thousands of weddings before this one and yet, this will be the highlight of his career gives you the chance to stop the wedding, you think about it.

He can see the hesitation in your eyes, but when you see the way she looks at him. You let it go. You let things slide because what type of best friend/ex-lover fucks someone happiness. Years later, when it doesn't matter to anyone anymore, she dares to ask the question that scares you,

"Why did you let me leave?"

You swallow another glass of bitter clear liquid and turned to her and smiled. You just couldn't help but laugh before you answered knowing it would bring back memories that you know would bring her back to once a while ago. When things make sense because you were young and drunk. And damn it, if you can just say these words, maybe you won't miss her as much.

"Because it was your last chance at happiness."

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A.N.: This isn't my neck of the woods, but this kinda wrote itself out of nowhere and I like how it appeared. So yeah... Let me know what you think of it, and if I should do more of these. :)