After I order my new beer I keep my back turned as I wait for it. I can hear the girls reuniting with their best friend but I refuse to look at her again. I didn't stare at her for long, but I know she's even more beautiful than I remember.

If I look into her eyes I know I'll be done for.

The bartender finally brings me a new beer and I thank her before moving myself towards the pool table across the way.

I slowly make my way over there because I don't want to seem like I'm running away from her. Even though I kinda am. I just don't think I'm ready to talk to her yet.

I never got over her. I never stopped loving her.

It didn't matter how many girls I'd been with or tried to date. I always ended up comparing them to Blake. I never felt anything with those girls like I did with Blake. Nothing compared.

I take a drink of my new beer and move to rack up the balls on the pool table.

She had to know I'd be here right? Surely she would think. Maybe she's trying to rub this guy in my face. Show me just how happy she is now without me.

I'm sure her father is thrilled that she's with a 'real' man now.

I never liked that son of a bitch. I never will.

"Hey you good?" I hear a familiar voice and I get in position to take my first shot. I hit the balls with ease before standing up to face my best friend.

"I guess." I say before taking a drink of my beer.

"You know it's okay if you're not right?" Cara asks as she moves to take the next shot.

"I know." I softly say as I keep my eyes glued to the pool table. I watch her attempt to hit a ball in but she misses.

I move to take my spot and I can feel eyes on me. More than one pair, I know all my friends are probably worried about me.

But I'm good. At least I think I am.

I hit the ball in perfectly and move to take my next shot. I sink another ball but miss the one following. I stand up and grab my beer. I take a big chug before sitting it back down. My eyes follow Cara as she looks for the perfect shot.

"This looks like a good angle here." I hear an unfamiliar voice say and I look up to see that douchebag who had his arm around Blake.

This motherfucker thinks he can just come up here and talk to me? Really?

I just look at him with a blank face and for the first time tonight the bar is kind of quiet. Everyone is on the edge of their seats and I'm wondering where Blake is. She should probably come get her man.

I take in his appearance as scoff softly to myself. He's okay looking, you can tell he's a little rich boy. His daddy and mommy probably bought him everything he owns.

I bet Blake's father just loves him.

"Uh thanks." Cara says before looking at me with a raised eyebrow.

"I'm Will, Blake's fiancé." He says as he extends his hand to me.

I thought it was quiet before, but now it's like you can hear crickets chirping.

I swallow thickly before making eye contact with Cara whose mouth is touching the floor at this point.

I take a deep breath in and clench my jaw. I grab his hand within mine and give it a firm shake making the man almost wince at my firm grip. What a pussy.

"Y/N." I say and realization crosses his face and its soon replaced with a small smirk but he plays it off well. Fucking prick.

"I'm Cara." I hear my best friend cut in as she takes this little twats hand from my own. She shakes it and I take this as my opportunity to escape the situation.

"I'll be back. I gotta use the restroom." I say to my best friend as I excuse myself away from the awkward situation.

I pass by the guys and don't even spare a glance at anyone as I move towards the bathroom. Once I enter I splash some cold water on my face before moving into a stall.

I take myself out of my jeans and begin to release my bladder. I feel a relief wash over me and once I'm finished I shake it a few times before tucking it back inside. I zip and buckle my pants up before heading back towards the sink. As I do the bathroom door opens and closes. I have a feeling I know who it is but I don't look up from the sink.

I scrub my hands clean and grab a towel to dry them off. I'm sure my jaw is still clenched at the moment because that guy knows how to piss me off especially now that he knows who I am. My black v neck t-shirt clings to my upper torso as my biceps bulge out the small sleeves.

"Y/N." How long I've been waiting to hear her voice say my name again. For four years I've been waiting and I hear it now for the first time in the bathroom at a bar.

"Hey." I softly say but it's forced. I haven't made eye contact with her yet as I throw the dirty towels in the trash.

"Do you think we could talk?" I hear her timidly ask and I start towards the door as I pull my phone out.

"Cara is waiting for me.." I try to say as I get past her but her arm grabs mine. Of course it had to be the arm with my tattoos.

For the first time our eyes meet. And I feel this pull in my chest as it clenches harshly.

Her eyes move to my arm and they land on the tattoo that has our daughters name within it. I feel her fingertips move to my sleeve as she moves it up more so she can see the whole thing.

"It's beautiful." She softly says and I can hear the sadness in her voice.

"I should get going." I say as I try to step around her but she stops me again by grabbing my hand. Sparks fly as our fingertips touch and once again our eyes meet.

"I would really like to talk." She says and I get this feeling that the words sound similar.

"Blake baby." I softly say to my girlfriend as I try to touch her shoulder. But she pulls away from me and walks to the other side of her bedroom.

"Just leave Y/N."

"Please don't shut me out. I'm begging you to not push me away." I say with a lump in my throat as the tears form in my eyes.

I'm left with silence as she turns her back to me as her eyes look out her bedroom window.

"Baby look at me." I plead and she finally turns around with tears running down her face and I notice how angry she is.

"I can't look at you! Don't you understand that!" She yells and I feel my heart break even more as the tears run down my cheeks.

"Every time I look at you I think of her." She screams as the tears leave her eyes rapidly. Her fists are clenched at her sides as she looks at me like I'm the worst thing she's ever seen.

"I would really like to talk.." I start but she cuts me off as she shakes her head no.

"I can't talk to you right now. I don't even know if I'll ever be able to." She says through a choked sob.

"You're not the only one who lost her!" I finally scream. I feel my chest heave up and down as the tears continue to flow.

"I lost her too! She was my little girl, not just yours!" I say as I run my hand through my hair.

"It hurts. It hurts and I can't make it go away." Blake cries and I move towards her as I try to comfort her. But as soon as my hand touches her she pulls away and turns to look at me with sad angry eyes.

"I can't do this anymore!" She cries and I feel myself start to panic even more.

"No baby, don't say that. We need each other right now.."

"It's for the best. I can't even look at you Y/N without wanting to rip my heart out. That's what it feels like every time I'm reminded of the baby we lost. I can't heal with you here." She cries defeatedly.

I know this is just her hormones talking and the grief of losing our daughter. But I know that she's right about some of it. Because every time I look at her I feel the same amount of heartbreak.

I love her more than anything in this world. And I'd love to help her get through this, but I'm not what she needs anymore.

"Okay." I softly say with defeat and I move to leave her room. I don't look back nor do I hear her coming after me. I just leave her house and as I pull out of the driveway I feel my heart shatter into my chest.

"I can't." I say without looking at her as I leave the bathroom. I manage to get back to the pool table and see it's just Cara now along with Dylan.

"Hey I'm sorry Dyl but I gotta go." I say and they both look at me worriedly.

"Thanks for coming tonight. I'm sorry about all that, I didn't know.."

"Dyl it's okay. And if you're asking if I'll be the best man then my answer is yes." I say causing the guy to look at me confused before smiling. He pulls me into a hug and I pat his back before pulling away.

"I'll talk to you guys later." I say to the boys and as I'm about to head to the door I see out of the corner of my eye Blake and Megan in a heated discussion.

My eyes meet Megan's before Blake turns to see me. Our eyes meet one last brief time before I walk out of the front doors of the bar and to my car.

I climb inside and make my way home. I feel so uneasy about the whole thing. I know I probably should have talked to Blake. But I don't want to reopen old wounds that I'm struggling to keep closed.

I think why the two of us are struggling so much is because we never got to say goodbye to our daughter. We never got to hold her. Hell I never even got to really see what she looked like. If she looked like Blake or if she looked like me.

We never got the closure we both desperately needed to move on. Sometimes I feel like she could still be alive out there somewhere. I wouldn't put anything past Blake's dad, but he watched his daughter become an absolute mess.

No father would do that to their own child, right?

When I pull into the driveway I just sit in my car and try to collect myself before entering my mothers home.

When I finally do enter I can hear my brothers in the other room yelling at the tv. I decide to join them and they greet me by throwing me a beer.

As we watch the game my eyes can't help but drift to my fathers chair. It sits empty because none of us can gather enough courage to fill his seat. We really don't want to if we're being honest.

But his business is falling apart. The guys can't handle the business aspect of it all. I don't want my fathers business to run into the ground, so I'm making the choice to stay.

I'm going to take over the family business.