A story mostly focused on Joshaya but will contain hints of Corpanga, Rucas, Smarckle, etc. It all starts in the days leading up to the 25th Corpanga wedding anniversary. It takes place some years in the future (Riley, Maya, Farkle, Smackle, and Zay...
I woke up in a daze. My eyes blurred with sorrow and red with regret. My head was hurting from crying myself to sleep and constantly playing back all of the mistakes and pain that has occurred over the last couple of years.
I'm definitely no stranger to this feeling and the constant lack of hope--but I need to stop falling back into the habit of playing the victim card. If there is one thing that I have learned after all these years, it's that it's okay to be upset, but at the end of the day, you gotta pick yourself up: be positive, be patient, and be persistent. After all, not everything in life is disastrous. I can't forget about all the great things in my life. I can't take advantage and not appreciate these things.
I rubbed my eyes to wipe away the self-pity.
Then, a thought occurred to me: What day is it?
I scrambled to find my phone in a panic and knocked over the picture frame on my night stand that had a picture of Riley and I from forever ago.
The picture frame shattered on the floor.
"Shit!"
I tip-toed through the glass and put on my slippers.
I began collecting the loose pieces of glass when I got caught up looking at the picture.
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My heart ached a little...knowing that I had to tell her about everything with Josh and all. Not that it was anything that tragic in affect to her, but it was her uncle we are talking about so it definitely was gonna evoke some emotions from her.
I snapped out of my thoughts and continued to pick up the shiny and sharp pieces of glass of varying shapes and sizes.
One of the pieces sliced through my finger as I was doing so.
"Fuck," I murmured underneath my breath. I dropped the pieces of glass back onto the floor and compressed the slice on my finger to keep the blood from getting everywhere.
It was a pretty deep cut but not deep enough for stitches.
I rinsed it with the cool water the showered from my bathroom faucet. I dried the cut with a disposable bathroom paper towel and squeezed a little Bacitracin from the tube which was difficult considering it was pretty much empty. I unskillfully wrapped a Band-Aid around my finger and pressed it tight.
I grabbed the broom from the hallway closet and let the black bristles on it sweep up all of the glass pieces from my hardwood floor.
I placed the frame back on my nightstand, but I didn't sit it upright because there were a few unsecured pieces of glass that remained in the picture frame.
After disposing of the glass, I heard Riley tossing around shoes in her closet and I remembered what today was: it's Thursday aka Rehearsal Dinner Day.
Shit. What time is it? I fell asleep without setting my alarm: it's already 1:17 pm.
I sprinted toward the shower and began to get ready as fast as possible.
The rehearsal at the church didn't start until 5 which meant I had to be there at 4:30. And to be there on time, I would have to leave at 4 pm. It still seemed like plenty of time, but I have to run to pick up my wedding dress from the tailor today.
And let's not forget that I'm gonna have to mentally prepare for the day that is about to ensue.
