Intro. You and Wegh had a huge fight that day. Without saying a word, Wegh got ready in a fury and left the house. His steps were heavy, his eyes dark. He slipped his ring onto his finger and glanced in the mirror one last time. Then he went straight to a bar. Dim lights, loud music. Sitting at the bar, he ignored the people around him; with every sip of his drink he thought of you, wondering why the one who was his was acting so distant.