“I need a refill,” I said to the bartender as I pulled up the burst of my wedding dress. The gurgling sound of the alcohol filling the glass cup melded with the soft murmurs of the customers.
I slugged towards the exit door, and with an unsteady push, the door swooshed open.
The sun’s warmth scorched me, and the loud noise of the bustling city gnawed at my ears as I came out of the alleyway and into the busy streets.
I was about to cross to the other side of the road when a tire screeched as the car came to a halt—a few inches away from me.
“Are you alright?” The man stepped out of the car and approached me. “Are you okay?”
My unsteady gaze fell on the man. He had a height that mocked me, brown hair, and brown eyes—just like Michael. He wore a well-tailored black suit—what Michael would have been wearing for the wedding.
The sight was appalling as it reminded me of what I had lost. A metallic taste burnt on my tongue. “Are you blind?” I questioned with a clipped tone. “You could have killed me!” I staggered back, stepping on my long white ball gown.
The man furrowed his brows. “You need to be more careful when crossing the road.” He crinkled his nose.