LOGINI see her in his arms. Adrian’s hand is at her waist, and she’s looking up at him like he hasn’t spent years breathing the same air as her without ever earning that look. My fingers curl around my glass. Then he says something. I don’t hear it. I don’t need to. Because Wren… giggles. My world tilts. I’ve heard her laugh before—sharp, defiant. But this was different. And it was not for me. Rage claws up my throat, aimed straight at Adrian. I shouldn’t care. Except I do. I fucking do. Then Wren stumbles. Adrian catches her, pulls her back—and their lips collide. Just a peck. Clearly accidental. But it detonates inside me. Something snaps. The glass slips from my hand, shattering, and all I see is red. My body moves before my mind can catch up. Because suddenly, it all crashes into place. Her silence. The loss. It felt like I’d lost something I didn’t even know I was holding onto. And I was the one who did it. My pranks. My cruelty. I was the reason her scholarship got revoked! God! A bitter taste floods my mouth. She cut me off because she had every right to. Because I deserved it. But that doesn’t mean I can let her go. It doesn’t mean I will. If it takes groveling, I’ll grovel. If it takes begging, I’ll beg. Hell, if it takes dropping to my knees in front of this entire fucking college and tearing my pride apart piece by piece just to earn a fraction of her forgiveness. Because she matters. I don’t care about anything except her slipping out of my reach. And I’m ready to burn everything down for her.
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Author’s POV.
“What the hell do you think you just did Jack??!! That’s my wife you just killed!!” Alex bellowed with his eyes turning Red as his heart kept racing like he had seen a deadly animal before him.
“I…I am sorry I didn’t mean to shoot her.. i .. I am not a killer” Jack stuttered as he looked at his hands . They were all covered with her blood, the very blood he was scared of dipping his hands into all these years.
His lovers blood.
"Fuck!!! What have I done??" He fell to his knees as he began to regret his actions. His silly actions
He crawled closer to where she was and the moment he placed his hand on her, he felt dander but apologetic.
‘I am sorry I did this to you’ He said voicelessly as torrent of tears rolled down his eyes in pain….
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Abby’s POV.
“Where is he Cherry?” I asked looking confused. I stood at the front of the door waiting for the priest to welcome me into the hall.
I was already dressed in my white flowing gown which had expensive stones surrounding it.
My dad had his black suit on and was standing by my left hand side as he awaited the moment he was going to walk me into the church.
“Abby, I think we should go back to the room now!” Cherry suddenly suggested as she grabbed my hand and dragged me back into my room.
“Wait here a bit, I am coming ok?” she assured with a worrisome expression.
What’s wrong with Alex? I thought to myself as I stood up and walked closer to the curtains.
I peeped through it and the view of the wedding venue made me dumb.
Everyone were waiting in bathed breaths, my heart pounding like I was about having a high blood pressure.
This isn’t what I planned for, this was not what I and Alex had planned to do. The hall was becoming filled up at every minute.
The rich came in to seat down joking and chatting with themselves.
The poor families from my hometown were all seated too with their fingers crossed that they were going to see me smile so hard today.
What have I done to Myself? What have I done to deserve all these shits? I thought to myself for a while as I looked through the curtains.
“He isn’t still here yet Abby” My best friend Cherry announced looking pale as she walked into my room with her dress dirty.
“I don’t get it, what do you mean?” I asked looking at Cherry for a long period.
“That’s it Abby, he isn’t here” She stated again clearly.
Hearing her make such statement only meant one thing. One thing was for sure…….
“Alex isn’t coming!” I muttered as my flower which I held in my hand fell to the ground.
My legs were already weak at that moment, my eyes had tried to hold in the tears which had threatened to fall off long time ago.
“Come on Abby don’t do this” Cherry quickly stood up from her seat to stop me from staining my white.
“Tell me it’s not true Cherry?” I raised my head to look at her . Her eyes were already scared of what I might do to myself.
“Alex left me standing” I mumbled to myself Again as tears flowed flawlessly from my eyes down to my white long wedding gown.
I guess this is it, this is where my life starts from, this is how my life gets ruined by the one I love. I thought to myself.
As the saying goes, the one you love the most kills you better than the one you barely know.
Knowing that my wedding wasn’t going to hold anymore was already like a sharp knife cutting through my throat.
I am Abby, and this is my Story!!!.
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