The bride was supported by the two elderly men as she broke down on their arms. My attention wasn't with them anymore, only fixed on the small crescent glowing away. It suddenly stopped glowing, and there was eerie silence.
I turned to him when the silence got a bit uncomfortable, still wondering how I was keeping sane seeing all of this. His head was hanging low, and he seemed lost in thought.
"Isn't it too late to regret doing that to an innocent soul whose only sin was only loving you?"
He shook his head, but never looked up. "What was my own offence? Having a preference? Or knowing she wasn't what I wanted?"
I ignored the question, knowing I didn't have an answer. A pang of hurt tore through my chest. I could totally rekate, I mean, I chose to selflessly, intensely love Tony, while he chose..he chose to do that. In the end, love is a choice. You choose to love the people you love, the same way they choose not to love you back.
