Karl Jacobs - 𝐴 𝑏𝑜𝑦 𝑐𝑎𝑛 𝑑𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑚

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My tux was almost soaked, along with my hair which had water drops dripping from it, either down on my face or on my costume. I hated to be there more than anything else, but I knew that that was what had to be done.

The warmth of the church hit my skin once I stepped inside the building. I instantly got greeted by faces I had never seen before, totally unknown people who were never going to turn familiar to my mind.

Some people even tried to make conversation with me. However, those didn't last long as I usually just responded with a smile which disappeared even faster than it had been plastered on my lips. And yet again, my expression was overtaken by a frown.

I anxiously walked over to a seat which was located in the far back of the hall, watching impatiently as people sat down on their seats as well.

My heart which was already feeling as if it was stuck in my throat, made an even bigger appearance once a sudden song started playing along with the hypothetical lump growing bigger in my stomach as well.

And soon enough, I saw her. She was beautiful. So beautiful. And I couldn't have hated it more. Because I knew I would never be able to admit it, because I didn't want to.

How her dress was lightly touching the ground below her as she wore that smile. Yes, that smile. That smile when someone is genuinely happy, grinning to the point where your teeth are visible, totally flawless. Not that she already was, but this- this was something else.

I was jealous of her. But I was especially jealous of him.
So jealous.

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After an hour of pure torture, I was the first one to rush out of the hall. It was heavily raining, and before I could even get halfway to my car I was totally soaked. Not only was I soaked, I was also mentally exhausted.

Watching her smile in all her glory next to the man of her dreams for an hour really did drain me. I mean, who would it not totally drain?

I sat down at a bench which overlooked the view of the graveyard. Corpse of people laying in chests or in the shape of powder plenty of feet under the ground. Corpse which had once been people, living their own lives, having their own stories. Maybe one of them had experienced what I did?

Maybe if I hadn't fucked it up I wouldn't be where I was. Maybe if I didn't say whatever I could've said, that would've been me in there, next to her, holding her hands, kissing her, marrying her.

Now, it obviously wasn't guaranteed that I had necessarily fucked it up, but I kept telling myself that there must've been a reason to why she drifted away. Why we drifted apart.

"Karl!" I hear a voice interrupt my thought. I look up, my eyesight blurry because of the tears which were taking over my eyes.

"Hey." I quickly wiped them away at the sight of Mya standing in all of her glory in front of me. Her dress fitting her so beautifully.

"How are you?" She sighed, sitting down next to me on the bench.

"Uh- I don't know. Not so good to be totally honest." I said, my eyes locked on my fingers which were fiddling with each other in my lap. "How are you?"

"I'm good." She said simply. Silence overcame our dying conversation, making it rather awkward. "I'll go and talk to the others. Let me know if you need anything, and I'll see your soon."

"Yeah. Oh- congrats by the way." I said, foolishly scratching the back of my neck as I sniffed a little.

"Thank you, Karl."

"Yeah- no worries." We exchanged a last smile, however only one of them being genuine.

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"How's it holding up?" Ethan asked, sitting next to me on the bench.

"Not so good." I chuckle lightly through my tears. "But you know, when you cry in the rain it feels like someone is crying with you."

"It sure does." He sighed. "Ready to head home?"

"Yeah, let's get out of here."

Maybe in another dimension Mya and I would be soulmates. Although something was for sure.

It hadn't been in this one.

Because surely enough, she was happy with him.

And I was miserable.

Alone.

THE END