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A Love Like Ours
I have not written a story on here since my freshmen year in high school and now I'm a freshmen in college. Soooo long ago! I realized how much I missed writing, so I decided to write this quick, little story. Hope you enjoy! (Btw this takes place during the BAD era) - Stormi ----------------- As I gaze around the room, I see the guests laughing as they tell stories and share memories of past, fond memories. The ballroom is decorated so lovely, balloons placed on the edge of the tables and the chandelier hanging from the center of the ceiling, with long crystals falling from it. People continue to come up to me and congradulate me on my engagement and wish me and my fiancée a happy, healthy future. I accept there nice words and thank them, wishing them the same. This is my wedding rehersal dinner and I am going to marry the man that I love, so why does it feel like I have a rock placed in my stomach? My palms are sweaty and my heart is racing and I feel like the bile in my throat will rise any second. And suddenly it's too much. This is all too much. The guests, the music, the food, the gifts, the wishes of a great future, the wedding, it's all too much. "Hey," I hear the voice of my fiancée, Troy, "Are you alright, Love?" He asks fondly as he places his hands on my shoulder. I stare up at him, giving him a soft smile, "I'm fine, just feeling a bit overwhelmed, nothing too drastic," I say shooting him a smile. "Are you sure? You look a bit flushed.." He says worriedly as his eyebrows furrow. "Yes, I'm sure, I'm just going to step outside for some air, okay?" I reply. "Okay," he says, "Should I come with? You know to keep you warm," he asks, giving me a cheeky smile. "No, stay. Someone must entertain our guests," I say as I wrap my arms around his waist and stare into his eyes. He gives me a small smile and bends down to kiss my cheek. "Okay, just be back in soon, it's quite chilly tonight and I wouldn't want you catching hypothermia the night before the wedding," Troy smirks jokingly, "Wouldn't fancy that," he continues. I smirk as a reply and untangle myself from his arms, giving him a quick kiss on his cheek before stepping outside. Troy was right, it's a cold night. I curse to myself lowly that I should have gotten my coat before coming outside. I walk towards the back of the building, out into the garden. The garden is filled with colorful flowers and long, big trees that have vines hanging all around them. I notice a bench in the middle of the garden and walk over, placing myself on it. It is a clear night with the moon shining bright as the stars hang loosely in the sky, it's quite a beautiful sight. I've always loved the night sky, it always helped me think. I spend many nights laying in my back yard counting stars and making plans of the future with - , I stop myself. I can't think about him, I can't. It's been a year since I last saw him and I have tried my best to forget him. Suddenly the air around me feels too thick, like the atmosphere is suffocating me. I shut my eyes and I start to breathe heavily, trying to push my thoughts of him out of my mind. After a minute I can feel myself forgetting him again and I feel like it's safe for me to open my eyes. I sit back and gaze into the pitch black sky, trying to clear my head. Suddenly I hear a noise behind me and sit up quickly. "Troy?" I ask, "Troy, is that you?" receiving no response. I see the silhouette of a man and he starts to walk closer to the bench I'm on. The man has long, pitch black curls and- no, no it can't be. "M-Michael?" I choke out. "Danielle," he says quietly. "What- what are you doing here?" I ask slowly, trying to process my thoughts. "I saw the announcement in the newspaper for your wedding reception and I had.. I had to come and see you," he replies, finally looking up and , wow, I haven't looked into those dark chocolate brown eyes in what seemed like forever. "Why," I ask. "I'm sorry?" Michael says. "Why did you come? Why," I reply, trying to keep my voice steady and calm. Michael went silent, casting his eyes down low. I huffed and got up to leave, but his voice halting me. "I don't.. I don't know. I saw the paper and I just had to see you. And I'm sorry for coming here and sneaking up on you but I had to see you, to see if your serious about this, serious about him," and the way his said 'him' made my stomach turn, like those words left a bad taste in Michael's mouth. Suddenly I was up and walking to Michael, feeling anger bubble inside of me. "What do you mean to see if I'm serious about him? Of course I am! Other wise I wouldn't be marrying him! I love him!" I say loudly, on the borderline of shouting. Michael's eyes turn darker than usual as he came closer to me, " You don't love him," he says, his eyes challenging, like he wants me to agree, "You don't love him like you love me," he continues. I look down, I can feel the rock back inside my stomach. My palms feel sweaty again and my heart feels heavy because he's right, I don't love Troy the way I love Michael, and I won't. Michael's hand softly grips my own, "Look at me, please, look at me," he demanded softly, raising his other hand and gripping my face, turning it up towards him, "I love you," he says softly, "I always have." I shake my head slowly, "You broke my heart," I whispered as tears slowly slid down my cheeks. "I know, and I'm sorry. If I could take it back I would, but I can't," he replies woefully, "But I'm here now, and I love you and I'm sorry, I'm so, so sorry," he says as he grips my face tighter. "I love you Michael, I always will," I say as I look into his eyes, "but it's too late for us, it's too late," I say, my voice cracking as I remove his hand from my face gently. "I know.." I slowly put my head down and focus on a patch of grass, blinking away my tears. "I never.. I never wanted to break your heart," he says defeated. "I know.. but you did, and it's too late for us now." He remained quiet for a minute, face cast down, "you're marrying him tomorrow," he says, not in a question more like just making a statement. "I am," I reply. "I'm sorry I couldn't give that to you.. We had so many plans, so many dreams. We wanted four kids, three boys and one girl, we wanted a dog named Rascal and a pet guinea pet for our kids, we wanted a family car so we could take trips during the kids' summer break-" "Please, stop," I said with my voice shaking, "please stop" "We wanted a house big enough so our kids could come back to once they went off to college," he continued, "we had everything planned out.. It was so perfect and I just went and screwed it all up in one night and I am so fucking sorry," he sobbed. I began to shake at his words, it was all true. We had planned out our entire future but he ruined in one night by going home with a different women. My heart was breaking and there was nothing I could do about it. I loved Troy, I did, but not the way I loved Michael, never the way I loved Michael. But it was too late, tomorrow I will be Troy's wife, I made him a promise and I couldn't break it, especially the night before the wedding. "I'm sorry," Michael said again, which must of been the 10th time that night, "I know my sorry won't fix anything and I know I can't get you back but-" "Danielle!" Troys voice cut him off, "Danielle, sweetie, where are you?" I looked up at Michael, his eyes boring into mine. He reached out to hold my face and I didn't back away, he gently placed a kiss on my temple, "I'll love you forever," he whispered softly, letting go of my face and he turned around walking away. I watched with glossy eyes as he left, feeling my heart breaking all over again, like someone was shattering it and setting the pieces on fire and it fucking hurt. I finally found my voice, beginning to shout for him but then I felt someone grap my elbow. "There you are! I've been looking everywhere for you, I thought you were coming back insi- are you crying?" Troy asked worriedly, pulling me closer to him. "I'm fine." "No, you're not, tell me what's the matter, baby," he asks sincerely. "I was just- you know what, it doesn't even matter, lets go back inside, I'm freezing." I reply, gently wiping my eyes. "Are you sure?" He asks uncertain. "Positive." I say. He slid his arm around my shoulder as he started to talk about our wedding tomorrow, with some much joy in his voice. I give him a small, soft smile but not really listening. I look over Troy's shoulder and see Michael staring at us from behind the tree, tear tracks evident on his face. I look away and look up at Troy, knowing that he loved me more that anything and I knew I couldn't break his heart, not matter how much it will be breaking mine.
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