Alpha [Starrson]

chapter 17

The wedding was beautiful in Richard's opinion. Lovely last kind of celebration to see. The reception was nice, surprisingly so George didn't leave after the speeches. Then the dancing started. John and Paul did their dance, Richard then danced with the bridesmaid, then everyone came on to the dance floor to dance. George and his little girl kept dancing with each other, getting a few awws here and there from the women and some of the men.

It was time. He went for the bathroom, putting his hands in his pockets, feeling the very same buck knife that he had when he first met George in their senior year. He went into one of the stalls and locked the door behind him. He took out the knife and opened it. He sat down on the toilet seat and dug the knife deep into his arm.

He dragged the blade across his forearm, then proceeded to do the best he could with the other. He dropped his arms and let the blade clatter to the bathroom floor. He thought about the day he met George. How beautiful he looked that day. Then to when he met John and Paul. How cute he looked when he got flustered. Then to the first and last time they were a thing. He remembered the sound of George's whimpers and moans. He remembered these ever so sweet sounds and wished that he could go back. Go back and tell George that he would be there no matter what.

Everything soon started to fade out to black. All he thought about was George. How happy he would be with their daughter. How lucky George would be to watch her grow into a beautiful woman. He imagined her walking down the Isle, in a beautiful white dress. Tears started to spill out of his eyes as he heard someone open the bathroom door. The gasping of the words of "oh god" then them rushing out to get help.

More tears were pushed out ahead slowly closed his eyes and went to sleep.