Author's note: So, yay. May bagong story na naman si author! Basahin niyo, konti lang to. Nainspire lang ako bigla. XD
Sorry for the typos and wrong grammars. Tao lang din! xD
THE PROMISE.
The bells ringed. The ceremony has started. The perfect day has begun. You walked down the aisle.
You're still beautiful as ever.
I was staring at you the whole time.
Everything was perfect and magical.
And you say those two words.
Then I came to reality.
I cried.
You were no longer mine. You were his.
I can't believe this is happening.
You're getting married..
To him.
And it fucking hurts like hell.
The pastor announced, "If anyone wish to object this marriage, let them speak or forever hold their peace,"
I want to object.
Or maybe I should have.
But I remained silent.
You seemed happy to be with him, why would I take away your happiness?
"You may now kiss the bride."
The whole crowd applauded as you gave those lips which was formerly belonged to me.
You were both happy.
Wow. Perfect.
You passed by me, and I saw the pain in your eyes.
'I'm sorry.' I saw you mouthed. Tears streaming down my cheeks.
You're asking me to move on and search for my happiness.
But you are my only happiness.
You promised.
You promised that we'll still be together in the end if we don't give up.
But you gave up first.
You made me feel like shit.
Paul loved you to pieces. Hell, how could he not? You're everything a man could ever ask for.
And not much longer, you fell in love with him.
No wonder. He treated you much much better than I did.
He loved you, but I do, too.
You loved me once. And it is the best thing that I could ever know. One night, you invited me because Paul was out of town doing business, and you have no one to be with. After cleaning the mess of your baby's monthly party, you stained my nose with icing. Then we made fun, like what we used to do when we were still together. I grabbed you by the waist and pulled you closer to put some icing on your face. Heck, I love the feeling of your body against me. That's what I like about you, you never gave those awkward feeling when you're with me. You kissed my nose to remove the icing, then I suddenly felt your hand under my shirt.
"What are you doing?" You pressed your lips against mine.
"Making you mine," you sexily smirked. You marked your name in the left side of my chest with icing, over my heart. The icing would fade in time, but my feelings for you won't change.
I gave you my sweet moment in time, and slowly gave my body to yours. We kind of go down to our senses as we did it. I know that this is a sin, but shit, how could I ever refuse to give in to? I never made love to any woman the way I did with you.
Days later, you acted like you never knew me.
You left me there, confused.
A month later, I've opened my door and found you in tears. I asked you what was wrong, but you pressed your lips to mine and begged me to make love to you. As a man being extremely in love with you, I couldn't refuse.
Before you left, you kissed me and you promised to be back. You said you needed space. You said you needed to find yourself for a while. You promised to be back.
Years later, you no longer showed yourself to me. No one knows where in the world were you. I tried to find you, but no luck.
Your mother said you got hit by a car.
You died.
I never believed her.
You couldn't have possibly died.
You promised.
You promised you'll be back.
Damn it, you promised.
A promise is a promise, right? A promise will never fade, right? A promise will never changed, right? You promised to be back.
Then, where are you now?
I only wanted your love, but I don’t have the strength to say two fucking words when I was given a chance to say while you’re marrying him.
Two words.
I object.
One damned word, which could have possibly change my life..
And save yours.
