Day 31 of 365 Days of Writing Prompts: Write about a wedding that should not be happening.
Erin: “Lily told me you’re going to be looking at houses this weekend,” I told Luke as we ate lunch and discussed our current project.
“We’re not getting married for a week,” he reminded.
“I’m not the one who said you’re going house hunting, don’t take this out on me,” I defended against his outburst.
“I just don’t think this is, the appropriate time to be talking about this,” he snapped.
“Neither do I,” I agreed. “Maybe, you should be having this conversation with her.”
“Well I’m having this conversation with you,” he continued to sass.
“Don’t blame me that you’re never going to make your wife happy,” I screamed and stormed off before he could continue the argument.
“Who are you to say that,” he continued to fight. “She’s happy,” he yelled.
“If she is always looking to the future, she is never going to be happy with you now.”
Shannon: “What is he doing here? I thought you said if he showed up, you’d have him kicked out,” I whispered into Anna’s ear, trying to conceal my distress from the rest of the church.
“Don’t worry about him, I decided it doesn’t matter,” she roped her arm through mine and placed it on my back, trying to direct me to the altar.
I resisted and instead looked back to him again. I only saw her ex because he was on the end of the pew, and as she walked past him I saw her looking out of the corner of her eye. From her movements I could feel her basking in his undivided attention, a sensation she never got from me, even now, even on our wedding day.
I grabbed her forearm to push away her touch, “I need to talk to you,” I said out loud, looking into her eyes.
Her face immediately scrunched at my unscheduled request, “Don’t ruin my wedding,” she warned.
I gave the pastor an apologetic look and then lead her to the side until we were outside of the church and standing in the hallway. I made sure the door completely closed before I spoke, “This is your wedding, not my wedding.” I put my hand on my chest finally seeing the situation clearly. It was a little late, but better now than after we signed the papers.
“I don’t understand. I asked you what you wanted. You didn’t seem to want to make any decisions. I didn’t know think the flowers, and the colors, and the place mattered to you, but this is what we’ve got,” she shrugged putting both hands in the air.
“No,” I shook my head and put my hands on temples at her misunderstanding. “I don’t care about that. I care about you,” my hands moved forward and I wanted to hold her cheeks and show her how much I cared, but it wasn’t my place anymore. “And you still care about someone else,” I tried to hold it together, but my eyes were already starting to tear up.
“You’re wrong,” she shook her head and took hold of my defeated hands. “I don’t love Miles, only you.”
I wanted to believe her, but her actions didn’t match up with her words. “I can never have your full heart. Not if he’s here,” more tears fell as I realized I was letting go of something I loved so much.
“No, you’re wrong,” she started crying too and she took a hold of fallen face. “We can kick him out. You never have to see him again. I’m sorry.” She was panicking.
“Kicking him out of the church doesn’t mean he’s not still here,” I lifted my hands to demonstrate how she couldn’t hide from the truth. “Deep down if both options were on the table you’d pick him, be honest,” I demanded, starting to calm down, “And if he objected to this marriage, you might just agree with him,” I held her chin, hoping she’d finally accept the truth.
She faded away to somewhere else, and that was the only answer I needed. Eventually she came back to me, “So what do we do now?”
I shrugged, “How about we just start by not making the biggest mistake of our lives?”
“Ok,” she nodded nervously before lunging into me for a hug.
You object to theses two getting married.