What if the Universe was made just to be seen by your eyes? // Ed Sheeran

And suddenly here it was.
The moment of asking the one question.

God knows how badly I didn't want to ask...

My sight did a round around the closet we were sitting in.
The dim light of our candles was just enough for creating strange shadows all over the room, spooky I'd say.

Right next to me was Chloè.

She was crosslegged, the skirt of her soft pink dress pressed between her legs to give at least a bit to decency.
She was smiling to herself as she always do when she daydreams.

I smiled a little.

But even if I didn't look at her I'd know she's there.
I could feel her presence.
I could feel her shifting on her seat we made out of guests' coats.
I could feel her sweet perfume filling the room.
I could feel her.
Physically. Mentally.
I could.

Now or never, right?

"Are you married by now?" I asked, not willing to look her in the eye, even if she was I still deep down hoped...

After what seemed like an eternity her pale hand appeared next to me, giving me back the blunt.
She took a deep breath and I could hear she hesitated for a moment, "no...," she almost whispered after.

I closed my eyes firmly, feeling that relief fill my body like an ocean.

"Are you with someone?" She asked quietly. I took a quick side-look at her, she was staring at the ceiling as if it was the most interesting spot here.

"No..," I said, shrugging my shoulders at that thought.

She nodded slightly as if she was expecting this one, then she opened the bottle of Vodka in her hands and took a very long sip of it.

"Was it hard for you after we..broke up?" She glanced at me when I passed the blunt back to her.

"What's this question about?" I started to laugh because of the absurdity of this particular question, "of course I was miserable!" I laughed once again, running a free hand through my hair.

Chloè smiled a little and shrugged her shoulders, "I dunno.. It hurt me.." she almost whispered, eyes locked on her high-heels. 

"How much?" I asked quietly, I could see how her whole body tensed up. She started to play with the soft fabric of her dress.

"I..," she mumbled  sighing tiredly, "I tried to kill myself actually," she said as she looked up to meet my eyes.