The room erupted in screams of terror. Elle couldn't wrap her head around what had just happened. She was frozen, people were rushing around her. She could hear sirens, why were there sirens at her wedding? The last ten minutes came rushing back to her; Vito's speech, three gunshots, Tristan standing up and blocking her view. Elle turned her head and saw her new husband on the ground, blood pouring from a wound in his shoulder. Elle couldn't speak, couldn't call out to him. Paramedics came streaming into the reception hall, splitting in three different directions. People surrounded Matthew and a stretcher was laid out. Tearing her eyes away from her love she searched the scene for Tristan. Tristan, her beloved childhood best friend. Shakily, she stood up and hurried to the other side of the table. There he lay, a deadly hole in his chest. Tristan had been shot in the heart. A cry of horror and grief escaped from Elle's lips. She desperately felt for a pulse, nothing. He was gone.
Elle despised her selfishness as she formed her next thought. She had never gotten to tell him the secret she'd been hiding all these years.
"Tristan, I love you." Elle breathed, saying goodbye to the man she had always had a crush on as a girl. The man she had never stopped loving.
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Short StoryRaquelle "Elle" Tima is a survivor of a dangerous heart disease. The day she has been waiting for her whole life has finally arrived, her wedding day. It isn't until her reception does she realize that not everyone's 'perfect day' is perfect. *** Au...
