Sting » Louis

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I never thought that I would ever see those eyes again. Those beautiful yet icy blue eyes that I was the only one that had the chance to see all of their shades. His gaze was hard. It didn't remind me of the way he was looking at me the first time he saw me. Back then, his eyes were looking at me beseechingly as if I could warm them up. Other times they were full of love and others they were hurt.

But now, he stared back at me. I blinked and shuddered at the intensity that his eyes radiated. The warm sun brightened their blue and the brown of his hair. He looked older, mature. The navy blue suit that he was wearing made his eyes stand out, aviators were held in his hands. The bouquet that I was was holding fell from my hands.  A rush of nervousness conquered me. My palms were icy and sweaty, my breath came out forced. A breeze hit my face and made my white dress sough. The curls around my face moved back. The world seemed to go slow, like I was watching some kind of movie.

His hair was styled back. His pink lips formed into a straight line. Could this even be real? After four years, I thought that I had healed my wounds, that I would be able to live normally again. But there he was, all dark and handsome, standing with all his glory fifty feet away from me, under a large oak tree. My feet were shaking dangerously as if I would fall off my heels at any moment. How did he find me and why did he come back after everything? Cold sweat started running down my forehead. I opened my mouth, but a soft whimper came out. My vision was becoming blurry.

"Gemma?" 

Warm brown eyes filled my vision and hands grabbed my elbow and waist. Max. 

"Gemma, love, are you okay?" his voice fills my ears and I let out a breath that I was holding. I took hold of his strong arms to steady myself and looked behind him panicked.

He was gone. I turned my head towards all directions to see if he was anywhere around me. Anyone seeing me in that state would have thought that I had gone insane. He left. Could it have been a mirage, because of my anxiety and my lack of sleep? Could I have possibly forgotten to take my pills?

I nodded viciously at the male in front of me. He smiled at me sweetly. 

"Good. Because you wouldn't want to miss your best friend's wedding." he laughed. "Here, you dropped this." he picked up my flowers and handed them to me.

I forced a smile. The chilling sensation never left my body. I continued looking around.

"Maybe we should head back inside. The ceremony will start shortly." Max said as he moved his hand to my waist to guide me inside.

"Ok." I whispered and stuck myself as close as I can to his body. To shield myself away from him? To find the warmth that I craved all of these years?

The truth is, that I could not find it to anyone but him. The way he held me close as I placed my head over his heart, hearing his rhythmic beat was irreplaceable with any other feeling. The way he shuddered every time I placed soft kisses over his heart was indescribable. I shook my thoughts away and I held Max close. 

Max loved me. He was always there for me. He respected me and never forced me into anything. Anyone in his place would have dumped me or would have tried to rush things. But there was him. And his behaviour proved to me that his intentions were good. For five years he supported me to get over my problems that he had created. My thumb caressed the silver ring on my other finger. Agreeing to marrying Max seemed to me the most right thing to do.

The church where the ceremony would have been held was a few meters away. A figure seemed to be behind me. I automatically turned my head, but nothing was there. 

"Maid-of-Honours first!" my fiance laughed as he was opening the door for me, but I kept my mouth shut when a feeling that something bad was going to happen emerged.

Butterflies danced in my stomach as I stepped in the church. 'Will I see him again? Could he be in here?' I thought.

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