Mean Looking Sweetheart

CHAPTER 3

~ I was all yours, vulnerable in the palm of your hand. And you broke me with no mercy.

Avalyn's POV.

I held my breath, standing in front of the double door opened of the church. Get a hold of yourself Ava, breath! I held my hand up in front of my face and looked at my ring finger, where a tattoo stood proudly. I was not allowed to have tatoos or anything like that, since my father hated them. But, now that I'm getting married and 18, I was no longer under my father's sharp eyes.

I got two tatoos one on my back and the other on the base of my ring finger. It was time, written in circle around my finger. 7:12:04, only avery and I knew about it. And what it meant. I won't regret anything. This is a better chapter of my life, the best. I reassured myself and walked in as the door opened. I stepped forward and looked up clutching a buqette in my hand as nerves waved through me.

I finally looked up and directly at those grey eyes. Oh! How mesmerising they were. How I want to be close to those eyes. How I want those eyes on me. How I crave to see them shine and smile in humour. How I want to see desire in them. How I want to drown in them. I was having a tsunami of thoughts but they all stilled the moment I took in my surroundings. No something was not right. It's not supposed to be like this.

Instead of flowers and brightness and laughter and smiled there was nothing. Nothing in the hall aside from empty chairs and dim lights and my groom standing on the alter in front of the priest. And my father standing in front of the right row of benches and Avery standing beside him, yet far enough. She stood with her arms crossed and I could see the anger in her eyes. She was as pissed as I was confused and shocked at the wedding that was arranged for me.

It was so bland that in my wedding dress I felt overdressed for the occasion. No, this isn't how it was supposed to be. Right? It was supposed to be bright and happy and cheerful day I would remember for the rest of my life. I sure will not forget it, ever. But not as the happiest day of my life.

I fixed my posture and walked towards the alter. Trying not to look disappointed in front of the man I came to love. But that was the thing, he wasn't even looking at me. His back was towards me and he was looking ahead at something. I lowered my eyes and stood beside him on the alter. I want to look at him. I need to!

Before I could, the priest started the ceremony and without wasting any time we were wed. He said, 'I do' in a serious, uninterested voice. I looked up at him and saw that his jaw was clinched tight. I search for his eyes to find assurance that he's happy too, that everything would be alright. But I found none. I found nothing in them.

I was standing right beside him our arms almost touching, yet I never felt so far away from someone as I did at that moment. I sighed and looked ahead. After a while the priest told Mr Agosti to kiss his bride. My back stiffened with nerves. I faced him as he faced me slowly.

I saw his eyes then, and they were uneasy and uncomfortable. He didn't want to kiss me. He didn't like me. I told myself. But then I knew it was okay. I knew he wouldn't love me right away but I was his wife. We can work this out. I can change and become someone he could like one day.

With that thought I lifted my own veil and got closed to him. I put my hand on his shoulder and pushed him down to my level which he did without saying anything. And I leaned forward and slowly touched my forehead with his and closed my eyes after a second of looking at his grey, haunting eyes. At least one of my wishes came true. I was closest to his eyes today. Closest to those crystals I adored so much, those deep pools of grey which held nothing for me. Nothing.