“Aaah!” he screamed as he kicked the candles, scattering what he had spent hours arranging for her. He walked to the wine cabinet and took out his trusty bottle of Jack Daniels, slamming it on the table.
How could she not want to marry him, what was the problem if she loved him. Unless she didn’t love him, she was just playing him. He shook his head of such thoughts, he knew she loved him, he could see it in her eyes every time she looked at him and the eyes never lied. Everyone knew the eyes were the mirror to the soul.
He glanced down at the bottle he’d brought out and sighed. He'd given up drinking alcohol, he was starting to become a drunkard. He couldn’t whip out a bottle of alcohol every time he felt angry or things weren’t in his control, that wasn’t the way to solve things. He
