Creative Writing ; Wedding dress

WHY DID I EVEN WRITE THIS.
I CAN'T EVE- Blah. I'm upset now. Anyways.
I don't know how I came up with this.
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He was at a church, waiting for a wedding to start. He looked up ahead as did the church. They caught the personality of the bride and groom perfectly. It was a dark green, with a really light pink. Two colours that contrasted, but yet, fit so well together; much like the bride and groom themselves .Whoever the decorator was, he was sure they were amazing.


The wedding march song started, and he gazed up at the woman he fell in love with. She looked absolutely beautiful in her wedding dress; it reached the floor in a flowing motion, and was fitted off the waist and it showed off every curve she had. It had a sparkling halter top that held it up around her neck; ("not as sparkling as her personality" he thought to himself, chuckling) her blazing red hair was straightened to perfection and was cascading down her shoulders, and reached the middle of her back. Her big brown eyes that were flecked with gold were lined with black liner, and light brown eye shadow. He had never seen her look more breathtakingly beautiful.


She smiled at him, and bit her lip, unconsciously realizing she smudged her pearl pink lipstick. He cleared his throat and jiggled his tie ("is it just me, or is the heat causing it to strangle me?" he thought, nervously) around nervously, and let out an awkward chuckle. She giggled at him, and threw a flower. He laughed, and took the flower. She was always so bold, not caring what others thought of her.


But… he wasn't the one waiting for her at the end of the aisle. He wasn't the one that she chose to spend the rest of her life with; He wasn't the one she loved. He wasn't the one who gave her butterflies, or made her palm sweat or made her eyes twinkle at the sight of him. He had waited too late to ask her, and now he would forever be her "best friend" when his feelings for her flowed so much deeper.


He put on a fake smile, and tried to be happy for his best friend. But… how could he? He was in love with her; He had loved her ever since their first school dance. He smiled sadly at the old memories of him holding her in his arms. She had been his first kiss, how could anyone forget that? Certainly not him. He chuckled to himself, remembering how nervous he was, and how many times he stepped on her feet. She had never even flinched. She smiled, and stayed with him the whole dance, even when more than dozens of other guys asked her to dance.


He tried to be happy, but he knew he could never compare to the man she was going to marry.  He had the looks, sports skills, and riches, While He had his flowers and stink sap. The other man was the one everyone loved, the one everyone knew and loved, the one who had all the girls ("so why'd he choose mine…?" he questioned), and the one who got all the attention. Then there was Him. Just him, the one who was just there, the one people didn't really like, or notice. The one who was just kind of… there. The leftover.


He snapped his attention to the altar, where the girl he loved, stood with her future, and coincidently, his worst nightmare.


"Dearly Beloved, we are gathered together here in the sign of God – and in the face of this company – to join together this man and this woman in holy matrimony, which is commended to be honorable among all men; and therefore – is not by any – to be entered into unadvisedly or lightly – but reverently, discreetly, advisedly and solemnly. Into this holy estate these two persons present now come to be joined. If any person can show just cause why they may not be joined together – let them speak now or forever hold their peace" the elderly priest said.


"Don't do it, Let them be together… no matter how much you hurt inside. Don't be selfish and ruin this for them. You've got to be happy. Happy Happy Happy. But… it only takes one word to say it, and stop this wedding, one word to change your fate. One word to change your future." He thought to himself.


He took all the strength he could muster, and stayed quiet. He plastered a fake smile on his face, and watched as his best friend uttered the two words he could've changed forever. The two words that would bond the two together, forever.


"I do"  She said, as He placed the ring on his finger.


He cringed, and his heart broke into a million pieces, His dreams shattered forever, with no one there to help pick up the pieces. Nothing had hurt more. Not when she had came over to tell him that her and the other man were together, Not even when he held her in his arms as she cried about the other guy.


It was permanent, and it would stay with him forever. It would be a thirst that couldn't be quenched, Hunger that could not be helped, a heart forever missing its other piece. Never again would he find true love, never again would he ever breathe the air of love. His heart would forever be missing a piece, and that missing piece belonged to another man.


He smiled as he hugged her, she looked so happy. He just put on a fake smile (he was getting quite good at it) and prayed for the best.


"You don't know how much it means that you came" she  said, into his ear.


"I wouldn't miss it for the world" he replied, hiding the tears that were falling over his broken heart.


Promise me, you won't let anyone hurt you
Remember; I will always be here for you
Even if it kills me to see you in that wedding dress