The Past, Passed

Edward

I looked around the sophisticated restaurant, filled with people chatting happily, all seeming to be enjoying themselves, pleased with each other's company. Except for me.

"And she dressed so poorly, mon cher," the woman in front of me continued with her endless monologue. "I can't even imagine where she buys all those horrible and démodé clothes."

I reached for the almost-empty wine glass; I had already had a few that night and brought the crystal to my lips once again, thirsty.

Only the wine could make me endure everything that came out of Louise's mouth since she sat across from me in that restaurant.

"Do you remember that roommate of yours in college?"