My Twisted Fate
I gripped the bouquet tighter in my hands and tried not to feel sick. The church looked beautiful; the color scheme of lavender and pearl was truly flawless. Even the bride, with her lacy gown, was all smiles. I couldn’t blame her.
Outside the sun would be shining down through the crisp, wintry air. Despite the cold, my insides were on fire. I had accepted many things in life; I held no grudges and never asked for any more than I deserved. But this, this was a little extreme. To make me endure this for any amount of time was cruel. I tried not to squirm. It would do no good; I was powerless in this situation, as always. Powerless Drew Espinosa, never wanting to hurt others so instead continuing to swallow the pain, like Cronus swallowing his children, one after the other.
I finally looked down the aisle to the man coming towards the altar. Studying him only caused my insides to ratchet out a fresh wave of pain, the kind that was only unleashed after you’ve attempted to accept that you want something you cannot have. Not now, or ever. My eyes, helpless in their pursuit, traveled up his suit at last locking in on their target. His eyes were the darkest I had ever seen, a blue that was the night sky on the night the Titanic sank. In fact, his expression was probably similar to someone who was on that ship that day, about to face their fate.
Fate, I growled in my head. Fate had dealt me a bad hand for many rounds now, and just when I thought my luck had changed, well, bam! Game over. I realized the man was mouthing something at me and I furrowed my brow to read his lips.
“I’m sorry,” he mouthed as he drew closer, “I’ll always love you.”
It took everything in me not to fall apart. I love you, too.
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