"It wasn't easy to see Sam, but now it's as clear as crystal. I just…it's just…why don't we…I don't…"
"I know." I muttered.
He looked at me and dropped his head.
"I know." I whispered again, defeated.
"It's okay. I'm okay. We're okay. I'm totally fine with it. Really. Go." I ushered him.
He once again looked at me.
"Go." I pushed him. "Oh wait, right sorry. Here." I took the engagement ring off and handed it back to him. "Now you can go." I tried to smile but my tears were streaking down my powdered cheeks.
Just one minute ago I was walking down the aisle, ready to be married…and now… well…
"I'm really sorry about this." He apologized.
"It's really okay. Just…" that's it I had about enough.
"I am sorry—."
"GO!" I shouted pinching the bridge of my nose, closing my eyes in the process.
"GO AND MARRY MY FUCKING BEST FRIEND AND BE FUCKING HAPPY! STOP MAKING IT SO MUCH HARDER FOR ME AND FUCKING MARRY HER AND DON'T EVER SHOW YOUR FUCKING FACE EVER AGAIN!" I punched him and kicked his ass out of the hall.
I turned around to find the said best friend, standing at the door.
"Aren't you happy Patricia? You have accomplished on stealing my husband-to-be. You managed to make everything about you, once again."
"What… what do you mean—." She stuttered.
"Pl—Please. Just…please. Save it for someone who cares." I walked out of the hall myself, wedding dress and all, and walked down the street, tear streaked, not a hair in place…always the second.