She turned away, then turned to look again. A dam burst, and rivers of tears spilled from her eyes, mixing with the black of her eyeliner, streaking her perfectly applied makeup. A sob escaped her throat. A few people turned around, and one even shushed her. She didn't care. She didn't care what others felt, what she looked like. Truly didn't care. She was lost in her world.
Her friend's mother caught her eye, gave a sad little smile, and continued walking down the aisle. She held back another sob.
She turned towards the chuppah, to watch the chassan step forward to greet his bride.
His bride. Her friend.
Someone handed her a tissue, and she wiped her eyes, smudging them even further. She scrunched the tissue in the palm of her hand and squeezed it tightly as her friend was led around the groom. She clenched so hard, her fingers hurt.
She let go a little, and started shredding the tissue as a new song began. That always got her. Especially now. She had chosen that song. It was the one she and her friend always sang together, harmonizing for all they were worth. No more, now. Not for a while.
She glanced across the room. The guys against the wall were murmuring to each other. She grew angry. This was her friend's wedding. How dare they disturb? What kind of friends did this guy have anyway? She looked back at the chuppah. Her friend was still walking in circles. She looked back towards the other side. One guy caught her eye, grinned, and then went on talking.
4 comments:
I don't really have much to add to what I commented on Part II.
*shudder* People can be so rude...
I read all three now. Great story.
In regards to the last part. They are guys. They're different
If that's the ending... I like it. Very well presented.
scraps - yeah...
lvn - i know. but they're also human beings...
basmelech - it aint over till it's over...
stay tuned...
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