Glen. The contact information was of Glen.
And Irvyn knows exactly who this Glen is.
Glen Fowler. The groom, who was getting married inside the church, to a girl who was his sister. His biological sister, Emily Collins.
And presumably, the person for whom this lady has been crying for a while now.
"You may pick up the call. Should be important," Irvyn spoke in a voice that sounded devoid of any particular emotion. He was about to get up from the bench, giving her a preferable space, but suddenly his eye caught on a few teardrops falling on the screen of her phone. She was crying again, this time, silently weeping. She didn't seem to even care about how her phone screen was getting all covered with her tears like raindrops falling on it.
He felt confused. In this situation, where a lady was crying, and the lady was someone familiar to him, how should he act which wouldn't seem over the boundary yet not rude? He didn't know. He wasn't used to handling people. Or rather, he never felt the necessity of that. Before he could think anymore about what he could do, his hands acted on his own, extending towards the phone ringing nonstop.
"Pardon my stepping over the boundary," his finger pressed against the screen, eventually receiving the call. He also pressed the speaker button.
"Hello? Yve? Where are you? The ceremony is finishing already, and you still haven't come?"
Glen's voice was clear and loud from the other end. And among the noise coming from the surrounding, it was pretty obvious that the entire church was still emerging in merry.
She couldn't manage to get any word out of her mouth, instead, she pressed her hand against her mouth, to suppress the sob threatening to come out.
"Yve? Yve, you there? Yvette?" Glen kept calling out to her, not getting any response from her. "Yvette, you are coming right?"
Only at this point, did she manage to get some strength to talk back. She took a large breath before responding, "Yes, Glen. I-I am sorry, but there has been an emergency today. So, I really can't attend."
"No way! Yve! You promised me you will! Every one of our friends came. How could you miss your best buddy's wedding? You said you care for me the most, right?" Glen whimpered on the other end, his mood dampening. In response, her face was getting apologetic, and tears kept rolling down her cheeks.
"I am sorry, okay? Please let me off the hook this time. I'll meet you two for the reception."
"You better not ditch me then, Yve." A harrumph was heard from Glen's end of the call. But soon, his tone changed into a cheerful one. "You won't believe the entire church is so beautifully decorated. And she looks so pretty today, like, the prettiest."
"She indeed does," Yvette responded in a low voice, eyes looking up ahead towards the road, but no shine within them.
"You better make time for the reception, Yve. I'll send you the schedule." With that saying, Glen disconnected the call.
Yvette lowered her gaze towards her phone, and the calling information was still lit up on the screen. She gripped the phone tightly before tapping away on it. And the whole time she did this, her fingers were trembling really bad.
She took her time to finish whatever she was doing on her phone. And when she was done, she looked to her left, to the man who was sitting on the bench accompanying her.
"Thanks for keeping me company, Mr. Collins. But I am afraid I won't be able to go back to the church. So, if you will excuse me," she stated in a really soft voice, which kept shaking thanks to her crying for a really long time, and till now. And without a further minute to spare, she got up from the bench to leave.
"Don't do that again."
Yvette looked back at him. She had questions in her look, but didn't voice out any of them, let him take the hint to speak up ahead.
"A while back what you were trying. Don't… walk carelessly on roads." For some reason, Irvyn thought it might not be polite to tell her directly that she just tried to end her life. Sometimes, people feel relaxed when they don't face any embarrassment of something they did out of the box. So he thought maybe he shouldn't point out her act as well. Well, not that up until now, he has done anything that was within the boundary, anyway.
"Thank you. I really appreciate your concern," she nodded her head lightly, before turning ahead and walking away slowly. And he kept his eyes glued on her way until she entirely faded from his sights. Maybe somewhere in his heart, he hoped that she would look back.
His daze broke from the ringing of his phone. And by the tone alone, he knew it wasn't anything important. But since he had nothing to do for now, better receive the call instead of earning some useless naggings.
"Yes, Emily," he responded in a monotone voice.
"Where are you, big brother? Everyone is looking for you. It's time for the feast." A loud and excited voice came from the other end, making Irvyn squint his eyebrows in annoyance. Usually, he doesn't really feel anything about people, nor bother about having a specific thought or outlook about them. But there are indeed a few people who manage to annoy him pretty well. And this girl is one of them. Emily Collins, his younger sister, who was also the star of the event today, the bride.
"As if everyone would even care if I am there or not," he sneered at her. "Oh wait, I suppose I do matter, now that there is a potential benefit which can be gained from me, right?"
Irvyn's tone was mocking enough to make anyone feel down. Of course, Emily should feel like that too. Should, that is. Not that every 'should' actually happens in reality.
"You are so funny, big brother. Now stop acting sulky and come fast wherever you are, okay?" And without even letting Irvyn talk further, she hung up the call.
"Tch, pretentious, every one of them," he clicked his tongue, feeling all annoyed. He was having a pretty nice time up until now, seeing the girl just now with so many emotions playing on her face. Now he has to go back to that same boring life of his.