A single tear of pure bliss cascaded down my cheek, carrying with it the weight of my overflowing emotions. It was a tear born out of sheer happiness of the love that had blossomed within me. As I strolled along the enchanting streets of the Dorian Coast downtown area, my thoughts were consumed by the captivating world within my own mind.
I had meticulously composed a vow of commitment. Words, carefully chosen and woven together like a quilt of emotions, meant to be shared in the presence of our loved ones. Tomorrow will be the day, where memories will be created that I will cherish for a lifetime. Perhaps, in the distant future, our grandchildren will gather around, eager to hear our little love story.
For countless days and nights, I slaved away, my weary body pushing through double shifts and part-time work, all in pursuit of a single goal: to save money for my fairytale wedding. An experience that would forever be engraved in the memories of everyone.
In the midst of a bustling crowd, Suddenly, my eyes were drawn to a familiar face; my heart skipped a beat as I caught sight of Arlo, my Arlo, and his presence thrilled me. I believed he had come to surprise me. Although I would never call him romantic, his thoughtfulness softened my heart. He was, across the street, seated in the cosy outside seating area of a coffee shop. I've always loved him; he was my first real love, and we'll be inseparable after tomorrow.
I kept my hazel eyes on him while my hands fumbled through the depths of my handbag, desperately searching for my phone. Yearning for a stolen moment of connection, I yearned to hear his voice, to witness the way his eyes would light up as he answered my call.
Imagining a scenario in my mind, I envisioned a serendipitous encounter, an accidental meeting that would take him by surprise. The thought of catching him off guard, of seeing that charming smile spread across his face, made my cheeks flush with excitement.
Unbeknownst to me, destiny had an extraordinary revelation awaiting, a grand astonishment that would leave me utterly breathless.
Time seemed to stand still as my smile froze on my face, my eyes dilating in disbelief. When I saw a stunning woman gracefully approaching him. With a gentle sway, she gracefully lowered herself, her eyes locked onto his. Her hands tenderly cradled his face. Arlo delicately tucked strands of her caramel hair behind her ears. She encircled her arms around him, drawing him close. They kissed.
As I looked at her, a sense of familiarity washed over me, leaving no room for doubt of her identity. Yet, despite the evidence that lay before my eyes, I was stubbornly holding on to a desperate hope, unwilling to accept the reality that was unfolding before me. Despite his dislike of having anyone touch his hair (including me! ), she did so affectionately, and he loved it.
Surprisingly, he found pleasure in her touch. Their hands intertwined, and his lips met hers with a gentle kiss. She settled onto his lap, embracing him with her arms. She took a sip of his coffee before they left the coffee shop.
My heart cracked open as I watched them in each other's arms. Their passionate affection was a cruel reminder of what I could never have. Every stolen glance at them sent waves of terrible pain crashing through my soul.
They held hands and walked down the noisy street to the quieter one.
As the golden orb of the sun began to sink, casting a warm glow across the sky, I couldn't help but feel a familiar discomfort in my heart. It was as if the decreasing light mirrored the decreasing hope within me, leaving me with a sense of melancholy that matched the last light of the hour. It was as if numerous various feelings came into conflict within me, leaving me breathless and disoriented.
The woman's name was Kolleen, and she was Arlo's former employer. Her spouse apparently witnessed them having a sexual encounter at the office. At the moment, she and her husband are in the process of dissolving their marriage and going their separate ways.
After the shocking disclosure of their affair half a year ago, Alro humbled and dropped to his knees, begging for my forgiveness and proposing that we tie the knot. After he accepted his guilt and claimed he wanted to spend the rest of his life with me, I decided to marry him since he was the only man I had ever known and I didn't want to lose him.
For the past six months, He showed me that he was a new guy and that he was no longer connected to Kolleen.
With a heavy heart, I trailed behind Arlo and Kolleen to the street where they were going, secretly hoping that things weren't as they seemed. What secrets were they concealing? I struggled to comprehend the painful truth that was unfolding. Couldn't get my mind to believe what my eyes were showing me.
I couldn't stand the thought of him inflicting such pain upon me once more was unbearable. I knew I was standing on the precipice of heartbreak. But I desperately wanted to be wrong.
They walked into the dimly lit motel lobby, their hands clasped together. I stood on the opposite side of the street, my heart thumping in my rib cage. I couldn't tear my eyes away from them, firmly fixated on their every move.
After what felt like an interminable time, both finally emerged. As they stepped out of the lobby, a glimmer of hope flickered in my heart, briefly easing the heavy burden that had settled upon my chest.
They could be here for a business matter, or perhaps they are together to address the lingering tension from that scandalous affair her spouse stumbled upon a few months back. Maybe it's to clear the air between them and move on in life.
In an attempt to rationalise his behaviour, I fabricated a handful of stories and repeated them to myself. I never wanted to accept the fact that my world was crumbling. Even though I hadn't yet gotten over the hurt he'd inflicted in the past, I was ready to love him and have a family with him.
They walked down the wide-open corridor, its walls adorned with a series of closed doors and Stepped into one of the rooms. With a sense of urgency, they swiftly closed the heavy wooden door, sealing themselves off from the outside world. The sound of the latch clicking into place echoed through the room, a final barrier between them and the world.
The heaviness of my sorrow pressed upon me, making my limbs fragile and ineffective, as if drained of all resilience. My body crashed against the road's cold, solid pavement. Tears flooded up in my eyes and cascaded down my cheeks like a sorrowful river. As I sat there, broken and defeated, I saw the light in their room turned off.