Speak Now │The Begining Of The End

Part 2

Everyone had turned in their seat, to either look at me or her or both of us. Ella couldn’t take the lack of attention and exploded like a white and blonde, pastry-shaped, frilly grenade.

“You!” Ella marched down the aisle for second time today, but this time you could literally see smoke coming off her head. She pointed a sharp finger at the girl with the bronze hair, “You get out of this building. Right no-!”

I turned and glared at my bride-to-be. “Would you just shut your fecking big mouth?!”

More horrified gasps, my Mom amongst them. Dad just laughed, like ‘that’s my boy’. Ella stopped short, her fecking big mouth agape. “You didn’t ju-“

“Oh, believe me, I did. Shut up.” I turned back to Alex’s friend. “So what’s the story? Is she alive?” I swallowed the lump in my throat, “Where is she?” I took another step forward, so I was close enough to reach out on put my hand on her shoulder.

She sighed and looked down at her partner. He nodded. “Well .. The story is a long one; She’s alive and healthy .. And s-she’s outside.”

I narrowed my eyes, unconvinced. “Lying.”

“No! I’m not! Go see for yourself.”

I started heading for the door, but I was stopped.

“Justin, just please don’t expect the same girl you had 3 months ago.” Sombreness painted her expression.

I pursed my lips, decided I didn’t care, then ran for the door, leaving Ella at the altar, more screaming in furry than crying.

The broad daylight beamed down and hurt my unadjusted eyes. I tore off my jacket and tie, dropping them on the ground and untucking my shirt.

I ran around the erratic gardens, calling her name, but I got no response. I started to think the girl in the church really was lying, and that this was some sick twisted joke.

I put a clipped hedge behind me, and a large spring-feed pond came into view. A small white rustic bridge was structured over the narrower part of the mere.

And there she was, on that bridge.

I got goose bumps for the first time in months. I felt alive for the first time in months.

And then I was angry.

How could she leave me like that? She just disappears one night and leaves me to think she was dead? I tried killing myself because of that and she was alive and healthy? I cleared my head. I didn’t know the full story. She could have been kidnapped – that wouldn’t have been her fault.

Before I knew it, I was running towards her, jumping flower beds and what not.

Excitement was building up inside me, and my heart was in my throat, threatening to make a very vocal exit.

I kept quiet as I set foot on the bridge, being slightly wary of... Well, I don’t know. It was just instincts, I guess.