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.