A Wedding guest's thoughts
He wasn't good with feelings. He understood the chemical reactions that happened in your body when you experienced a feeling and he could easily
see what others were feeling. But he had never really understood the concept of feelings. Since he was little he had learned not to care for others.
And without caring it seemed as if a lot off the other feelings disappeared as well.
Off all the feelings that existed hatred was the one he was most familiar with. Ever since he was little he had been surrounded by people who hated
him and he had hated them back. If someone had asked him yesterday if he knew the feeling of hatred he would have said yes. But now he realized
that he had never understood that feeling either, not until now.
Now when he saw her standing there all dressed in white, flowers in her hair and a veil covering her face. He hated the sight off her. But mostly he
hated how he looked at her, how he smiled at her and how she could make him smile. It all pierced his heart and made him feel like he was bleeding
on the inside. He wanted to be the one who made him smile.
Perhaps it wasn't hatred either. Not hate for the woman but love for the man.
This is just a little oneshot I made, hope you like it. Please review.
