99 (The Worst Part)
If I close my eyes, it feels like I'm there again. Confetti fluttering by in the air, it felt like I was looking through a kaleidoscope. Some people brushed it away, others danced in it, taking in the moment.
I had never actually seen confetti like that, and certainly never had seen so much of it. For some odd reason, that's what sticks with me the most about that moment before. The colours, the sound.
After tomorrow, none of this will matter to him. It shouldn't matter to me, but it's not something I can change. I can't change that he's marrying her, and it's not my place to say anything to him. I don't think anyone in the world would agree with me. My judgement is too clouded.
The worst thing about it is that she's actually a nice person. If she were an evil bitch, and I had a better reason to hate her, I could deal. But no. She's great, and everyone loves her, and I can't bring myself to hate her.
For his sake, I won't hate her.