Consume || Ricky Olson || Discontinued

ꜰɪᴠᴇ : ᴡᴇᴅᴅɪɴɢ

As soon as the alarm clock went off at six am, you felt the weight of your world crash around you.

It was really supposed to happen and it was not gonna be stopped.

The car ride with last minute decorations sat on the empty space beside you, further shifting the future that was no longer yours.

As soon as your feet hit the floor and you had to make it to the venue that held every single decoration, decorated to the nines in reds and blacks. The royal red and black wallpaper that now decorated the venue walls as you walked to the dressing room for the females of your bridal party.

The tears rolled down your face as you were shoved to the vanity table, your eyes focusing in on the mirror that hung on the wall.

This was happening.

It makes you even more anxious for the very future that's to come.

The red and black wedding dress sits on its mannequin, staring you in the face. It being the reminder of what today is.

Or even the very brutal reality that everyone is treating this as a big day for you, as if it's the decision you made. As if this is the man that's supposed to be for you and with you for the rest of your life with no infidelity.

He won't be faithful, you wouldn't ask that of him.

It wouldn't be fair.

Not one single thing in this world is fair, if it was you wouldn't be marrying a complete stranger.

It just doesn't work that way.

"Meadow, come here sweetheart."

The unknown woman pats the seat, you can't help but frown.

You don't want to be here.

Still, you obey her command.

It's too late now, no one would let you run without a fight.

Taking the seat in front of the woman, allowing the woman the permission to take your hair down out of its bun. She gets the curling iron on, waiting as she brushes some of the hair back.

"Can't believe you are about to be married."

You nod, sadness filling your eyes as you look down to the ring that sits on your finger.

"Me either."

The red flashing in the light, the black band making the red stand out along it. It's only adding to the dread that you feel.

You do your best to make the smile the most believable you can.

It's not much you can do to fake it anymore, you've managed to get that all out.

Now, you have to face the reality.

                                           ••••

Ricky stares in the mirror, his hands shaky as he pats each pocket.

He didn't sleep much last night, knowing soon that everything is to change. He is to be a man, get a job, make a home with some stranger who doesn't even want to be around him or much less around this environment.

He doesn't want to be either, but he's making the best of it.

It's all he can do.

It's like you are avoiding it like the plague.

"Ricky!"

His blue eyes dart to his friend Chris, "Tie dude!"

Chris hands the tie over.