Leighade One Shots

Happier

A/N: This will all be in Leigh's POV.

I watch as everyone rises from their seats, their backs facing me as we all watch the two large doors open slowly. 

A tear managed to escape from my eye and was soon followed by dozens as my hopeful future flashes before me like a vivid dream. Coming home every day and every night to the most beautiful woman in the planet, standing by the door and a child whom I believed would potentially become the best part of me aside from my loving wife.

And that's when my heart stopped.

Gasps were being heard as the opened doors revealed nothing but Jade's father. His eyes though far away from mine, was sending out an apologetic gaze to me. It was the kind of gaze that all people receive when something or someone decides to leave them. The old man was shaking his head apologetically at me, as he mouthed the words: "She's gone."

"Okay, I am so done with your . . . 'I'm okay' act, Leigh." Jesy slammed her palm down on the counter top, the resonance bringing me back to reality as I blinked repeatedly. Jesy shook her head. "You are going to talk to her, Leigh."

"No, I am not talking to her," I said. "I am fine, Jesy. In fact, I feel great. I don't have to worry about anything anymore. I ... I freaking feel fantastic!"

"No, you're not, Leigh." Jesy raised a finger in front of my face just when I was about to speak up. "You're not okay, Leigh. Trust me. You're never okay but you're acting like you are. And do you wanna know why? Because you don't want to accept the fact that you're not okay with what happened. Because you don't want to accept the fact that Jade left you at the altar and look at you now. You're pretending that everything is okay when it clearly isn't, pretending that whatever happened yesterday never even happened at all but Leigh, I can see it in your eyes that you're devastated."

I continued to stare at her, utterly dumbfounded for I, idiotically figured that I was proficient in bottling up my emotions and keeping up the pretentiously calm facade, that I was brilliant in hiding what I am truly feeling from anybody, including Jesy. It wasn't until now I had realized that Jesy isn't fatuous and would always see or at least conjecture what is wrong with me. And for a brief moment I did scold myself for being too predictable. 

I heaved a deep sigh, my back leaning against the chair, giving my fingers a brief scan before I fixated my gaze on this shiny silver ring. Dreadful memories of that day had once again polluted my mind and I closed my eyes for a few moments, pondering whether or not those memories were for real and had veritably happened to me. I heaved a deep sigh before reopening my eyes once more, my gaze meeting Jesy's.

I sighed, "She left me."

"I know," she said.

"She... doesn't love me anymore," I whispered.

I peered down at my clasped hands, waiting for Jesy to respond to that one, only to receive an unexpected, "Uh.. oh." from the ginger haired girl. I looked back at her, furrowing my eyebrows as Jesy's gaze seemed to be fixated in one place.

"What?" I asked.

"Now I know why exes aren't allowed at your wedding," Jesy says, her voice dropped down to a whisper as if we're unknown wanted criminals who are desperately hiding in disguise.

"What are you talking about?"

"Just... don't look behind if you don't want to die," Jesy says.

I arched an eyebrow. "I'm not gonna die, Jes." I said as I slowly turned my head.