inspired by this, @sxwithpizza
aurora stares at the wine in the glass in her hand anxiously and her clutch turns tighter. it is difficult to sustain a conversation with her ex when a question is burning bright on her mind. screw it, she’s going to do it anyway and leave the regrets for the morning. “so, i heard the news — congratulations.” she tries to keep the polite smile from faltering, though her heart was torn into pieces after she found out they’ve moved on so soon — or is she the abnormal one for still clinging onto the past? three years was not a brief period of time, she cannot be expected to be over it in a blink of an eye. they are clearly built different. “how did you guys meet?” if only she could be elsewhere right now, on a vacation with nothing on her mind, instead they have to run into each other on this cursed night. such wonderful luck she has.
