Forever is Not Real: George Washington x Y/N

Chapter Six

You know he's just smiling for the photo, but you can't help but feel like he's looking at you.

You grab the paper and stand up, walking to the only patch of sun that you can see, basking in its rays. Soaking it in.

You kinda feel free. Free from the chokehold of love. Until someone walks up to you and hands you a letter.

"For you miss."

"Thank you," you mutter as they walk away.

You tear open the seal and see the familiar handwriting of someone you were trying to get over.

I shouldn't read this. I need to forget about him.

You tremble as you slide the letter back into the envelope and stick it in your pocket to read later, when all of this is over. A small piece of paper falls from the letter and onto the ground.

Youre invited! It reads.

Almost like it's mocking you. Why would Washington send you an invite to the wedding where he marries another girl!? It's all so confusing. But your mother would bury you alive if you didnt go, so-to represent the family only-you decide to go.

A few days pass and before you know it you're putting on your nicest dress and your gold earrings to go to the wedding.

You arrive in a carriage and get dropped off by the front of a huge building. Guests flowed in through the large doors and the light from the tall windows lit up the dark sky.

"Y/N!?" someone yells from behind you.

You turn to see a handsome young man, his face freshly shaven and his hair groomed back. "Hello?"

"It's me, Henry." He followed catching that you didn't remember him. "We met in school, I would borrow your chalk."

"Henry! I remember you now! Oh my it's been forever, I'm glad I know someone here."

"Yeah I saw you and I thought, there's someone I know." he smiles and guides you to the entrance, you sit next to each other and talk for a while before the sudden orchestra music cuts you off.

George is standing at the end of the aisle, waiting for the music to hit the right note so he could go. You can tell he's scanning the crowd for someone.

Then his eyes land on you.

You really really didn't want to cry, but a single stubborn tear rolls down your cheek. Washington keeps staring at you, trying to say something through his gaze. You don't know what though. The music swells and he takes a few steps forward, testing to see if his shaky legs would work. He keeps a steady pace as he walks down the enormous aisle, keeping his head facing forward but stealing a glance at you every once and awhile. He passes you and you feel as if he were a stranger again. All you want to do is launch yourself in his arms, hug him and tell him that he's going to be okay, waiting for him to say it back.

Instead he's standing at the altar watching the rest of the wedding party walk down, waiting for his bride to come down to him. And that bride is not you.