sweet love/ short story collection

In his eyes

My eyes were glued to him, while every single person in the church had turned their head to the door. To the door, she would appear at, soon.

My eyes though couldn't look away from his face. From his messy dark blonde hair. His brown eyes that were once focused on me now focused on the back of the church. In a slight, fleeting moment of weakness, I let my mind drift away. I let my wildest dreams consume me. Let my still so vibrant feelings for him consume me. Let love consume me. Imagining it was me his eyes were focused on. Imagining it was me who walked down the aisle towards him.

The whole church gasped. My heart though was eerily quiet. It seemed like it stopped beating for a second. Just watching. Taking in the emotional, love-filled expression in his soft brown eyes. An awfully loud, tearing sound echoed through the church. The sound of my torn heart that I was sure, everyone could hear.

I slowly turned my head around. Towards the door of the little church.

She was beautiful. In every single sense possible. In every sense, I wasn't. Every single thing about her screamed the nine letters. Beautiful.

A strong hand clutched mine firmly, as I couldn't take my eyes away from her. She wasn't even out of breath after climbing the incline to the little Greek Orthodox church.

Her dark hair fell flawlessly down her open back, love shining in her ocean blue eyes that were now fixed on him. On him, who deserved every single love and happiness on this planet. Even if it wasn't mine that made him happy.

"Just hold on tight", the steadfast voice of my brother whispered in my ear. I swallowed and squeezed his hand back. Ever so slightly, I watched her body move. Her almost fairy tale white dress slid across the floor as she made her way towards him. Everyone in the church was mesmerised by her. Mesmerised by the way he took her small fragile hands in his big ones. An expression of awe and pure worship in his brown eyes. Looking at her, while all my wildest dreams were screaming for it to be me. To be me, who he looked at like this.

I still remembered his kisses. I still could feel the taste of his lips on mine. He was still the main actor of my wildest dreams and it broke my soul watching him get married to someone else.

My heart sank like a ship to the bottom of an ocean. Words rang through the church but never reached my ear. Instead, my eyes were still fixed on him. To his angular facial features. To his brown eyes that were framed with dark lashes, his pronounced chin and his full lips.

I was a masochist. One of the terrible kind. I should never have come. I should have thrown the invitation away because being here brought a thought to the forefront of my being that I tried to forget most of the time. A feeling that I tried to get rid of.

I blinked the tears away that now filled my eyes as I watched them. Watched them looking deeply into each other's eyes. Brown clashing with blue.

A barely audible sob left my lips, drowning in the loud cheers of the whole church, as their lips met in a passionate, love-filled kiss. As the lips of now husband and wife met.

A familiar hand wrapped around my middle and tugged me to his side. My head came up on my older brother's shoulder when my shattered heart forced me to close my eyes. Forced me to protect myself from all the pain in front of me. Instead, I slipped into all my wildest dreams where he would still remember me. And I was still his.