“Do you, Mr. Oliver Estrelon, take this woman, to be your lawfully wedded wife...in sickness and in health, for richer or poorer, will love and care for her, till death do you part?” said the smiling ‘priest’ of the wedding booth. I looked at the people around me, ‘This is all bull poop. They are all smiling enjoying my ‘time of embarrassment’ in front of the people in the whole campus.
“I do.” he said while his eyes are looking at me like a groom looking at his bride. I glared at him with evil eyes. “And do you, Ms. Erika Villaflorida, take this man as your lawfully wedded husband... In sickness and in health, for richer or for poorer, will love and care for him, till death do you part?” said the priest while looking at me, once again smiling. I took a deep breath....what choice do I have but to say yes to end the agony of publicly being executed to a ‘married’ status. This is crazy, and I’m gonna kill the one who paid the booth for this. “Yeah. I do.” I finally said while glaring at him. “By the power vested in me, I now proclaim you man and wife. You may kiss the bride.” People cheered and are wolf-whistling for the said kiss. We faced each other, me still glaring at him. I mouthed him the exact words I want him to hear, “Don’t even try, Oliver or I’ll kill you.”
“Erika, wait. It wasn’t my idea, I swear....Please, wait.” I heard him say as I stormed out of the booth with the marriage contract in hand. I am so pissed that I left him running after me. “Erika, please....Listen to me, will you?” I heard him say. I stopped and faced him. I saw him still catching his breath. “Are you telling the truth? Because I didn’t like what happened in there. You know I hate being the center of attention. I hate you.” I shouted at him, lips quivering and tears are already falling from my eyes. He touched my face and wiped my tears with his handkerchief. “You know I’m not gonna do that. My classmates and yours probably did it. But, don’t worry about it anymore. It’s done, so all we have to do is deal with it.” he said. He reached for my hand, his were warm and firm.I just nodded and stopped crying.
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Ball of Fate
Short StoryDestiny loves to play games at people. Like the gods and goddesses of the Greek and Roman literature, they manipulate people. If you happen to be one of the key players, there are only two paths available for you; it is either you win and be victori...
