Fractured Heartstrings

Ch. 1

"I do" I smile joyfully as my hot tears begin to stream down my cheeks. I hold onto the hand of my lover, and pronounced husband. It was the day every little girl fantasies and awaits for it to arrive. My wedding.

"Well, you may kiss the bride!" The priest announces with an approved grin. I hit my lip and allow a chuckle to escape, before finally leaning in for the most memorable time of my life.

"You've got to be kidding me" I groaned. Sadly, it was all only another dream and nothing more. They always were the fantasies I seemed to get trapped and caught into.

"Breakfast is ready!!" My dad yells causing aghast to start in my body. I release a lazy sign before finding the energy to roll out of bed. I shuffle out of my comfortable bed and quickly toss on simple clothing from my closet.

My dad wasn't as carefree as my mother. He was awful strict at times. Occasionally there would be the time he'd pop open a beer with my brother, sometimes myself, but rarely did that ever occur anymore. He had a stern rough scowl on his face, and if you were lucky enough to see him smile, you'd instantly note of his dimples. His hair was a dark brown, like his eyes, and he often reminded me of a movie star. You see, my father was known to have movie-star good looks. I must've inherited that from him.

I walk down the stairs lazily, yawning half the way down. I sure was tired.
"Are you excited?! You're all packed right?" My mom suddenly questions just as I reach the ground level.

My mother had a charming smile. She had big golden locks in her attractive blonde hair. Unfortunately, none of my sibling or I had received curly blonde hair to brush. Like my brother (which I'll get to later on), she had piercing grey eyes only a few hues lighter than her son's. Nothing less than bloody murder had her extremely infuriated. It was simple, she was happy-go-lucky with a grin consistently planted on her face. Nonetheless, she easygoing and humble.

"Yeah. Soph and I are pretty much set," I laugh and rub at my tired eyes. My mother beams with joy and so does my father, they are probably just ecstatic I was leaving, I think to myself. I chuckle and bring my filled plate to the table.

Years ago I had thoughtlessly promised my little sister, Sophie, I'd take her down to Europe. We settled on Sweden after drawing countries from my father's old hat. Down the road, it came that today was he day we'd be leaving for a few weeks.

"Honey did you hear me?" My mom asks collapsing my daydreams. For one thing, I often dreamt a whole lot. This got on people's nerves, that not even for a second could I pay all my focus and attention to their details of how well their shopping experience went.

I peek up at my mom and grin foolishly, "naw, sorry ma. Still daydreaming."

My moms smiles and shakes her head, "you do that to often," she laughs after I sheepishly smile and continues: "You must get going now. You're leaving very soon," she reminds me with her maintained smile.

"Ok, mom I got it." I signed finishing up my breakfast. After hurriedly washing and cleaning the dishes, I bolt to grab my things. Last time I had gone away for a while, I had thoughtlessly forgotten all my luggage. And although I'd love to pull another excuse to purchase new clothing, now just wasn't the time.

"Sophie, honey, are you ready to leave?" My dad yells up the flight of stairs. It takes a few moments until a breathless Sophie dashes down the stairs faster than I'd ever witnessed. She sure could be fast if she really tried.

Sophie was the youngest in my household. She had dark coloured brown hair, a hue darker than mine. Her dark chocolate-coloured eyes shone with darkness and shimmered with light. Like the sunlight, her personality was bright. In a room full of sullen peers, she could make everyone beam with a giggle from her heart.