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Same P.O.V all along the story. This is slash, so beware. But very, very slight slash. I just mention it. So please read! I want as much feedback as possible!
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It should have been obvious to me. It should have been evident the moment I had seen them together. The spark in one's eye when the other came into the room, the utter despair one felt when the other came close to death. But I was oblivious. The fact was almost punching me in the face, yet I was still unaware.
Unaware that the one man I had always loved, the man I had married…was meant to be with someone else.
It hit me hard. It really did. It was so utterly shocking I almost laughed that I had finally realised what was wrong with my husband. He was meant to love someone else. And the funny this is…I don't think he even knew. He still thought he loved me. But he didn't! He didn't…couldn't love me, when he was meant to love the other. The other was his yang, his perfect match, his other self…his lobster for God's sake. And yet…he still had no idea. That's why I left. I left him, with no reason nor explanation, because he had to decipher it himself. I still loved him, and I wanted him to live happily with the rest of his life. I wanted him to live and feel emotions he had never had with me. I wanted him to realise that he wasn't happy with me, and even if he tried, he never would. I wouldn't let him. I would only regain contact with him when he understood what I had done.
And after weeks of trying to call me and mend things with me, he finally understood. I almost had to spell it out for him mind you. However, as I stand in front of all of you on this incredibly special day, I realised that I did the right thing. And I think they will both thank me for it as long as they live. So I would like to raise my glass to Jack and Tony, on their wedding day, and wish them a wonderfully happy life together. Thank you. Oh! And one last thing. Tony? Jack? See you at work tomorrow.
As people laughed and clapped, I sat back down, incredibly glad I had done this for the happy couple. And as I look at them, dancing in the middle of the floor, whispering to each other lovingly, I could easily see that even though leaving Tony was the hardest thing I had ever done in my entire life, it was probably also the best thing I, Michelle Dessler, had ever done.
If you liked this story, of course, review please, but you can also check out my only other 24 story, also T/J. I am quite pround of it, so please go read it:D