As Margo turns around, her eyes stares straight at me where I'm leaning against the wall, like a drunken sailor who had a couple of beers to many. "You know that I don't need your help, right? I can fight my own battles," I spat bemused. "That's just it, apparently you do need help; seeing how, you seem to think with something that isn't your brain," she quipped seriously.
I roll my eyes at her like a five year old toddler. "Did you really just roll your eyes at me, sometimes I wonder who's the eldest between the two of us, because you simply don't act like it," she continued on an irritated note. "How many times are you going to hit your head with that one?" She questioned as if it's the most natural query. "Had you already forgotten that you had been BFF's with that one in high school?" I asked her matter of factly.
While ignoring my question she continues: "She had clearly made her choice and face it, you're not a part of that equation. She's getting married so maybe it's time for you to move on without her. Genevieve Roberts isn't the only fish in the sea." "What do you know, you've got the perfect family? Focus on your own happiness rather then mine," my response came quickly.
"How can you even say that? You're happiness is as important to me as it is too you. She broke you down once to many… I understand that you want to walk through fire for her but didn't anybody inform you that its scorching heat could kill you?" I have no idea where this owlish side of hers is coming from but I can't disagree on her choice of words; it's the truth after all.
This chemistry between us isn't healthy. How many times hadn't she already ruined me? Unfortunately, as much as I would like to put all of this blame on her, we're both being ruined by this rheumatic situation. I simply nod my head at her as my gaze is fixated on the ground. Margo gently place a hand upon my shoulder, in a sympathetic manner before making her way to the nursery.
After a moment I decided to calm my nerves by taking a cold shower. Washing the representation of her, that's still clinging to my skin, down the drain. Unfortunately Genevieve Roberts would never be just a vague memory as I won't be able to strip her from my senses; yet it might be in my best interest to move on. She's can't be the only woman that I feel attracted too, no, she couldn't possibly be!
I dress up in some cool clothing and informed my sister that I will be going out. Where to, I have no idea? I just need to get out of here, her odor is all over the place. Our encounter still lingers within my mind as if the cold shower helped little to nothing.
After the longest walk in history, I reached a bar. It beckons me closer. At a bar-isle I take in my seat and drown myself in a bottomless Gin and Tonic. I feel stronger with a bottle at hand, the thought of her only makes me weak. The bartender hands me bottle after bottle. As he pops open the fifth one, he questions as he slide the bottle over the counter towards me: "Family drama or love life?" I look up at him as I pick up the drink. "Love life, if you could even call it that because she's getting married," I spat before taking another swirl of alcohol.
The bartender turns to the cabinet behind him, took down a bottle of Alan Smith and pour a drink over a rectangular glass of ice, saying: "Sounds like you could do with something stronger. On the house," he offered. I took it while mumbling a 'thank you' on a low note. After drowning it, I paid for a second serving.
***
I looked up, at the most perfect scenery that's parading around me, but the image that's taking my breath away, is her, waltzing down the aisle. My old nickname for her, fitting her like a glove. She's absolutely beautiful.
The most exquisite bride, in white, that I had ever seen. I must be the luckiest man alive, but the unexpected clearing of a throat, beside me, pulls my attention away from her, only to see that I'm sharing the spotlight with another man. Both of us dressed to impressed. Smiling, ready and waiting, in my most expensive tux.
Momentarily I turn my face away from her only to find myself lost in a sea of disapproving stares and angry glares but among them one other stands out, the piteous glance of Margo's. Pastels blinds my vision as flying splinters of confetti decorates the air around me, the newly weds sealing it with a long passionate kiss; while I find myself standing at the head of the venue, dressed in a set of holy robes.
I close the bible from which I've just read a verse; after they've sealed their vows with God himself. I stood there watching how the arms of another pulls her further and further away from me. Out of sight and completely alone.