"I'm sorry," I heard him mumble. Again. I was sick of him constantly being in the closet and bugging me with thousands of apologies. This was going on for the last three days, almost twenty - four hours. I ignored him completely and I could occasionally notice him stalking me through the crack of the closet. He was in my closet, ate and dozed off there itself. I borrowed Poppy's clothes for the time being, but I had to anyway figure out the shit that was happening.

I was heart - broken and depressed. I spent my time lying on the couch downstairs to avoid Ted's gaze. I despised him a lot. It was not my fault but the blame was unfortunately shifted on me.

"Abby, you have to let him explain," Poppy said and I heard shuffling from the closet.

"We both saw it, didn't we? Apart from that, you don't know what happened that night," I said and recalled the horrifying incident. Poppy looked towards the closet and I could see Ted's stormy grey eyes through the crack. Poppy got up, patted my shoulder and left.

"So. . . you want to explain?" I asked and clutched the sheets of my bed. He knocked loudly and I sighed. I went to open the door and quickly went back to sit on the bed. He took a few steps forward.

"Stop. You can talk from there," I said quickly as I recalled that night's events. I would flinch even if he would be a few steps in front of me.

"I'm sorry, Abby. I really am - "

"Cut the crap and get to the point," I said firmly.

"That girl was my ex. She, along with her girlfriends were going to travel all around Europe for a year. She came along with her friends to bid farewell. She wanted to talk to me and we did. She wished that things could work between us again," He explained.

"Cool. After so many weeks spending time with you, I get to know about this girl suddenly," I remarked sarcastically.

"Please hear me out, okay?" He said. "Had I not met you, I would have thought of dating her again. But I have you now - "

"No, you don't."

" - I will. So I denied and then she started crying and kissed me in the process. I couldn't push her away because she was not crying, but wailing exactly."

"Wow! You couldn't push her, but you pushed me that night, eh?" My voice was laced of sarcasm and disgust. He ran a hand through his hair.

"That's because I - I was drunk," He admitted sincerely and I could see the guilty expression.

"And why did you do that? Were you grieving over the fact that she left you?"

"No! You witnessed the entire scene. I was grieving over the fact that I would lose you."

"Grieve more, because you already have," I spat out. He attempted to come closer to me but I stopped him.

"Why did you abuse me that night? That was the real you, wasn't it? People say that when a person is drunk, they always say the truth."

"People are stupid, Abby. I talk and I do shit when I'm drunk. I'm not in my steady state of mind. You can see my videos when I'm drunk. I'm silly and shitty in most of them," He said and I shook my head.

"Please, Abby. I'm sorry for all my actions. I'm sorry to ruin your birthday. I did remember and your surprise was that night. I was going to take you to this laser show, see, these were my bookings," He said and showed me his phone.

"No, Ted. It's not about my birthday. I can't trust you anymore. I don't love you at all."

"But I love you Abby - "

"No, you don't. Please don't say that."

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