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Austin's Pov
You let her go. He has her now, because you let her go. These thoughts slammed around my mind as my voice wouldn't work. I trembled at the sight on my phone's screen. It was a picture of a slender, velvet hand with a shiny diamond ring on. The words underneath the picture said; "Can you keep a secret? A ceremony's set for June! I know it's a rush but I just love him so much and really I hope that you can meet him soon". My hand squeezed the stupid thing until it hurt, then I threw it on to my bed, my whole body following.
How could she do this?! She's only nineteen! This never wouldn't have happened if you hadn't had insisted that she stay at school while you were on tour; then you would have never broken up, she wouldn't have met him and she would be here right now! I curled up into a ball and tried, tried and tried again to just fall asleep and never wake up. All I could here were bells, wedding bells, my mind was making up in my sub-conscious. I could picture it, her walking down the aisle and smiling, saying "I do", kissing him, and running off with him.
I tried for hours. Hours turned into days. I barley left my house. I hadn't gone to the recording studio in what seemed like both an eternity and only a few short minutes. Days turned into weeks. As weeks passed by I would collect my mail every day, waiting for my invitation. I didn't know why. I knew I didn't want to go. I dreaded the whole thing. But yet, every day, I would practically run to the mail box to see if it had come yet. After close to two months, a sedated teal envelope came with a silver seal on the cross-opening.
I pried it open, to pull out a sedated teal and white card that read;
"You are cordially invited to attend the marriage of Miss Alison Rosaline Dawson and Mr. Liam Gaudery on the eleventh of June-"
I stopped reading. The eleventh of June?! That was our anniversary! Well… it would have been.
Two nights before the eleventh, I planned something. I could stop this! If I organized it well enough… To do so, I called the best person I knew to pull off stopping something this big;
"Hello?" answered the other end of the phone
"Trish? Is that you?" I asked
"Yes of course it's me! Who else would it be, you moron?!" Yep, it was her.
"Trish I really need your help"
I know this chapter was really short but the next (final) chapter is going to be pretty long, I really just needed to end it here or else the whole story would sound a little… off. The next chapter will be up probably by the end of the day! Thank you and please review!