"All those years will be the best part of my life," Stella says, looking at the champagne in the glass in her hand.
I look at her gulp the wine, emptying the glass.
"I never wanted this relationship to end," she says, pouring the wine in her glass.
"You want it?" she asks me, tilting the bottle towards me.
"I am fine," I tell her and sip the wine from the glass.
"Why are you pretending when you aren't drinking," she says, stretching the bottle towards me and waiting for me to empty the glass.
I look at her in silence before I empty the glass. The wine tastes bitter, piercing my taste bud and running down my throat leaving a foul taste.
She pours the wine into the glass I am holding and I see tears run down her cheeks like a jet. I bend my head, trying not to watch he
