Gina melrae
Stories (1/0)
Inner Demons
Mark couldn’t believe he was here, surrounded by many people he didn’t know. He shuffled through the crowd and took a seat on the side of the room assigned to him. He whipped out his flask and embraced the burn of whiskey as he took a gulp. He closed his eyes and took a deep, calculating breath. The day the invitation arrived in his mailbox was a surprise to him. The ivory paper and gold lining made it known that again, there was a wedding happening, and again, he was a guest. He sat on his couch for an hour deciding if he was going to RSVP and spent another hour deciding whether or not he was bringing a date. Finally, he responded, bought a gift, and drove to the wedding. Here he was, sitting at the wedding of his ex-girlfriend from a few years back. He hadn’t seen her for over 3 years, yet here he was. As thoughts flooded his brain, the muttering in the room stopped as a violin pierced the air with its notes signaling the room to take a seat. The audience turned to see a handsome man strut down the isle, his nervousness apparent on his face. After a few moments, the notes changed and the room eagerly turned to await the arrival of the bride. She appeared in the doorway, her white gown caressing her every curve. Her smile was as white as her dress and her eyes were bright as she took the practiced steps down the isle towards the groom.
By Gina melrae7 years ago in Humans