Endings.

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She sighed as she followed him onto the dance floor. It was the last song, three minutes of music before she was free of the day, the goings on and all those THINGS.

Closing time
Open all the doors and let you out into the world
Closing time
Turn all of the lights on over every boy and every girl
Closing time
One last call for alcohol so finish your whiskey or beer
Closing time
You don't have to go home but you can't stay here.

She sang with him, their voices drowned out by the sound system as they tried to move to the beat. That was the problem with this song. The verses were slow and the refrain was fast. Honestly.

I know who I want to take me home
I know who I want to take me home
I know who I want to take me home
Take me home

She had her answer and she knew it. That didn't stop her throat from trying to close. She rested her chin on his shoulder and blinked hard.

Closing time
Time for you to go out to the places you will be from
Closing time
This room won't be open till your brothers or your sisters come
So gather up your jackets, move it to the exits
I hope you have found a friend
Closing time
Every new beginning comes from some other beginning's end

Ouch. She tried to distract herself, glancing around and ignoring the look on her partner's face as he poked her in the chest during the last line.

I know who I want to take me home
I know who I want to take me home
I know who I want to take me home
Take me home

Closing time
Time for you to go out to the places you will be from

The Couple, the people this whole long day had been for, were slow dancing, their eyes closed in bliss. She didn't begrudge them, she knew that bliss. It had been a long time. Other couples danced around them; some to the beat, some slowly swaying. She returned her focus to the man she held.

I know who I want to take me home
I know who I want to take me home
I know who I want to take me home
Take me home

Closing time
Every new beginning comes from some other beginning's end

He poked her in the chest again. She smiled, a rueful smile. Thankfully, the song ended and they could leave. They walked back to the car, agreeing to meet his friends at the bar and ignoring how he played with a VW Bug fake turnkey. The whole miserable experience was over. Now she could actually smile and enjoy being with the people he knew and cared about without the anger and pain trying to shred her heart.

Weddings were too fucking hard.