During those years, thanks to the money Mrs. Felgherra offered to me. I used the money in paying all our debts for raising me and my brother and started my own business. I worked tirelessly day and night to offer my family the life they deserved. Still, no matter how successful I became, the shadows of Argos and our time together lingered.
When the night comes, I scoured the internet for any news of him. My heart fluttered with pride at his achievements, and I even sent him flowers, congratulating him anonymously. I missed him so much but I could never reveal myself. While I was already a successful CEO, it still wasn't enough for me. I was traumatized on how they looked at us, as if were just cockroaches to them so I strived harder so that no one can step down on us.
Then one day, an article shattered my fragile peace: Argos was set to marry Alice. The news ignited a storm of emotion—a deafening mix of heartache and longing surged through me.
The dreadful day approached, and I hesitated on the brink of attending his wedding. I knew I should stay away; my presence would inevitably disrupt the joyous atmosphere. But the thought of missing a final glimpse of Argos forced my hand. I donned my best dress, carefully concealing the pain that writhed within.
Creeping into the church, I felt like an intruder, just a gatecrasher in someone else's beautiful fairytale.
The venue was stunning, every detail crafted to perfection—flowers filled every corner, twinkling lights cast a warm glow, and laughter danced among the attendees. Yet for me, it felt like a gilded cage, a prison filled with reminders of what I could not have.
Today was Argos' wedding, a day meant to be filled with joy, but instead, my heart was heavy, caught in a tug-of-war between love and pain.
As I blended into the crowd, I searched for Argos, my heart racing with every passing moment. There he stood, clad in a tailored suit that highlighted his regal presence. But beneath his handsome exterior lay a shadow in his eyes that tugged at my heart. He didn't smile, his demeanor cold and distant; I hardly recognized the man who used to laugh and smile with me whenever were together.
'This was my fault.'
As the ceremony commenced, an uneasy sense of foreboding settled over me. The organ began its haunting melody, a sound echoing through my very core—less of a celebration and more like a death march.
Alice drifts down the aisle in a flowing white gown, delicate and ethereal, with a bouquet of daisies clutched tightly in her hands- the picture of a happy and perfect bride; and I feel like a ghost haunting the happiest day of someone else's life.
I looked at Argos who was standing at the altar, looking dashing as ever however my heartache deepened, tethered painfully to the ground, every plea to Argos to acknowledge my presence crashing against the walls I had built around myself.
'Argos, just look at me this once please.'
As they exchanged vows, my heart sank deeper. Each word he pronounced punched my heart painfully, his saying those words that will never be mine to hear.