River

0: she would've made such a lovely bride

"what do you mean you're leaving me?" i asked him in shock, physically feeling the blood draining from my face.

my hands went cold as a shiver ran through my body at the thought of what this even meant and the consequences of his decision would have on our lives.

River gave me no answer as he stood in front of me, shoulders sulking and a visible frown playing on his features.

ignoring me seemed to be the theme of the night as he refused to listen to my pleas and questions about what had just unfolded between us just mere seconds ago.

"we're supposed to be getting married in two days River, you can't be serious" i plead to him as he towered over me from my spot on the cold bathroom floor where I was sat on my knees.

desperate for his attention my hands grabbed tightly onto his clenched fists, begging him to change his mind. he refused to even look in my direction, instead turning his body away from mine, facing the bathroom countertop and making my body also turn violently.

i felt hollow.

it had taken so long to feel this content with life. just as all the pieces were beginning to fall into place, he throws me this curveball. without him I knew nothing else. how could he even think of leaving me when he promised me we were going be together forever?

how could he be doing this when he was the one proposing to me over the cliffs in Positano last summer? he had done it so proudly in front of both of our families and for the world to witness. he had it announced in every paper in the country and every newsstand in the world that he was marrying his long time love.

by now everyone in New York knew that Davina Mikaelson and River Morales were all set for their june wedding. the public was on their feet, waiting for glimpses of the venue, to see the flowers we had chosen, just trying their best to sneak into our pre-wedding events to have the satisfaction of knowing they were one of the people who knew the intimate details of the wedding of the century.

it was the only thing the tabloids were talking about. our names were on the tongues of all the socialites and their brunches. gossip accounts got off on how much people were constantly sending them information on our whereabouts.

we had turned our lives into a business. we were supposed to be together. they was no other way.

but he had written me off, and i was here begging for footnotes in his story. there was no changing River's mind, and despite the fact that I was trying my best to make him see reason, I already knew I had lost.

"it's because i don't love you anymore Davina. i cant just marry you because you claim to love me. it's got to be two sided" he leans against the vanity, looking into the mirror tiredly as he spoke to me without actually looking down.

his words hurt me beyond description. it felt as if he were burning them into my skin, just to prove his point. just to make me feel unloved. "but that's the thing. I don't know what you're even talking about River" i frustratedly whisper to myself.

hearing my comment, he suddenly leaves the grip of the counter, turning back towards me again with a fiery look in his light eyes.

"you know what you've done. so you can cut the bullshit" he spit out in rage, his eyes finally looking in my direction as he narrowing in on my figure, looking at me like i'm who he hates the most in the world.

his gaze burned my own and i reluctantly muster the courage to reply.

i slowly lifted myself up off of the ground. as I stood tall besides him I could see his angry blue eyes even clearer. his faced was twisted a look of disgust, his looks down turned and his brows furrowed.