A/N: Okay so I just wanted to warn you that I won't actually be posting anything for this story for about a month. Right now I really want to spend some time focusing on the fanficiton piece i am writing. But, i thought i might as well post this prologue so that anyone interested could add it to their story alert so that they know when i start back up again.
If you want something to read in the mean time you can check out my story Perfectly Abnormal which i just finished :D
Hit the Ground Running
It happened just like you see in the movies.
The priest asked the nerve-racking question- "Does any one have any reason why these two should not be wed? Speak now or forever hold your peace."
The guests held their breaths, not expecting anyone to object, but also secretly wishing something dramatic would happen.
Lucky them, they were about to be privy to quite the show.
The back doors burst open and everyone gasped when a gorgeous man came running down the aisle. He stopped a few yards away from the altar, looking upon the couple with pain and love in his eyes.
Everyone knew what was coming but listened intently to make sure they wouldn't miss a single word.
"I'm so sorry," he said as he looked down at the ground. Guilt was overwhelming him but love won out. He raised his gaze and looked steadily upon the keeper of his heart. "I'm sorry for doing this now but I couldn't just stand by and watch you get married without telling you…" the whole church was dead silent, waiting for the inescapable phrase to come, "I love you. I love you so much and I can't imagine my life without you."
The couple that was supposed-to-be looked at each other- guilt and heartbreak flowing from one to the other.
"I'm sorry." The phrase was so powerful, single handedly shattering a heart to pieces.
The man who interrupted this once-happy occasion beamed as his love stepped away from the altar and took his hand. They ran back down the aisle and out of the church, hand in hand, happy as could be, leaving a broken heart watching after them, tears in eyes.
Everyone looked around, unsure of what to do. Should friends play the part of protector and be outraged or consoler and offer a hug? Should parents bite out the parents of the betrayer, or go tell lies about how 'it was all for the best' to their heart broken child?
One thing was unanimous though; everyone felt pity. Pity spilled out of every pore for the person standing at the altar, alone, releasing heart-wrenching sobs. How could you not feel sorry for someone who had just been ditched at the altar for a complete stranger?
Oh and in case you were wondering, the one that was standing there, crying their eyes out? Yeah, that's me.
Hello, my name is Mina Potter and I just got ditched by my fiancé… my apparently gay fiancé.
That was so not how my wedding was supposed to go.