You promised that the world would be ours.
But all of those promises left the dust when you waited for the woman in white.
And the woman was not me.
You invited me to your wedding, your smile humongous, that set of teeth I adored. There was an overlapping tooth at the edge of the left side of your gum but that was my favourite.
I wore black. I was mourning for a possibility for us to have.
You promised that I was the only girl you had set your eyes on but all of them were nothing but lies, deceit. You told me I made you breathless whenever I wore your oversized shirt.
Did she make you feel breathless, too?
You would shiver under my light caress.
Did she ever make you shiver under her feathery touches?
My knees were trembling while I controlled my tears from falling.
You were going to tie the knot with her for Pete’s sake!
I closed my eyes.
“Will you,” the priest said in his ageing voice, “Jamie Thompson take Melissa Winston as your lawful wedded wife?”
The time ticked slowly. The clock was making that irritating sound. I hated how time could manipulate us, how everything was a measurement of how long people had been gone, together or how old they were.
We’d been together for almost two months. But you still chose the woman who never returned the affection you had been craving for.
She and you were together for five years.
But had you ever told her you loved her?
Yes, I was nothing but a side story to you.
But had you never ever felt the spark raging between us?
It felt forever when you uttered those two words. “I do.”
My whole world was in shambles, my heart breaking like glass, the sound pricking my ears.
Then there was a loud gunshot. People panicked, running towards the exit.
You lied down on the ground, with blood tainting your white suit.
The bride had fear clawing on her eyes.
Another gunshot was released.
The blood soaked her white gown, her eyes staring at me, falling slowly on the ground beside her groom.
Then the last gunshot ensued.
The last bullet was on my mouth.