One Shots ✏

Love Was Blind ~ {Kellic}

Summer was quickly coming to an end. The end also meant that he'd move away.

Our relationship wasn't going to be the same when he was miles away, so I told him that when he left, it should be the end of our young love. But of course, saying it was so much easier than going through with it. We only had a few hours left until his departure-until the doom that took my heart with it.

I held his hand in mine, swinging them in between us as we walked through the grass. I stole a quick glance at him; he was staring down at his bare feet with every slow step that we took. I nudged his shoulder. I could see him smile. "I love you."

He stopped in his tracks and his eyes met mine like a deer caught in headlights. "Wh-what?"

"And I'm sorry that it took me this long to tell you."

"You. . . You love me?"

"Can't remember a day when I didn't."

There were tears filling in his eyes, I couldn't tell you why. He looked so precious standing there with a smile on his lips, his blue eyes glazing over with unshed tears, his black hair in its natural wavy state. He was the definition of beautiful.

"I love you, too."

The words fell from his lips with such ease. And then the smile faltered and it was replaced with a slight frown.

"I love you too much. I don't want to end this. . ."

He was pulling at my heartstrings and I wanted to tell him that he was right-We shouldn't break up just because he was moving so far away, but I kept my mouth shut. If I told him what I was thinking, then that would only set us both up for false hope.

But maybe, if I did tell him something-anything, for the sake of our relationship-then I wouldn't have to be sitting here, a fake smile on my lips as the love of my life recites his vows to the woman that stole his heart. I couldn't blame him for it. She's gorgeous, stunning, and very much pregnant with my best friend's child.

I often thought about what he was going through. Did he propose because he felt pressured to give his kid the life that he was taken from? I knew him better than that, so I knew that it wasn't the case with Katelynne. It was just hard to accept that he moved on so much faster than I ever could, and seeing him for the first time in years wasn't helping whatsoever.

Being near him felt so nostalgic.

His presence takes me back to when we were in high school, making out in janitor closets and ditching school when his parents weren't home to catch us in the act. It reminds me of what we once had.

"You may now kiss the bride."

I watch as they kiss for the first time as husband and wife. I wanted to be happy for him, I did, but I could feel a knot in my stomach form as they pull away and people start cheering for them. I feel a stray tear run down my cheek and before any more could escape, I walk outside. The sky was bright, clouds littered amongt the blue background. It's only four, so the day was far from being over. I still had to go to the damn reception, but I debate if I should try to excuse myself from it.

"Hey."

I look over and I'm met with those eyes. "Hi, uh, congrats-she's, she's great."

He chuckles to himself before leaning against the wall beside me. "Yeah." There was a brief moment of silence just seconds before he starts talking again. "Thank you for, uh, for coming today? I know that it must've been awkward or whate-"

"You're my best friend, of course, I was going to be here for your wedding day."

He smiles. He wore that smile with such confidence. It looks lovely on him. I could only hope that his wife would cherish it enough for both of us. He leans over and places a gentle kiss on my cheek. "It means a lot." And then he walks away.