William's POV_ "I'm sorry, Will. I’m sorry, I can't."Violin, I realized, simply frictions a high–pitched shrill, already hurting my ears.I watched her hand push the little red box back to me. Yes, I proposed to her. Yes, I wanted to spend my whole life with her. Yes, she declined – Rejected. She rejected my proposal. Yes, the accompanying musicians I hired are definitely not helping my mood despite me, paying exactly to make it romantic."Did I choose a mismatched ensemble, again?" I looked at my shirt, striking pinstripes of cream overlaying its midnight blue hue. This is a cotton blend and it cost me half of the last week's paycheck. Why did I think she will say yes again?What about all those years together? All the nights we spend together? Saying I love you’s."No. That's a good shirt." She stood up, her figure in a flowy red dress – now, looming over me. She adjusted her ha
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