"You-you PROMISED. You said that you'd always love me…how could you. You promised." Tears were streaming down her cheeks, but her eyes looked anything but sad. If anything, they looked like she was about to kill the boy in front of her, the one who had broken his promise.
"I'm sorry, but I guess I lied." Said his voice, not sounding sorry at all.
"…Speak now, or forever hold your peace." the man waited one second. No one said anything. No one expected anyone too. "I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss the bride." The happy couple kissed and it was perfectly cliché. It was perfectly perfect.
In the far back corner of the room, one person didn't enjoy the perfectness. One person felt like vomiting. It was the same person who almost stood up and objected, who would have had it not been for the look of pure happiness on the bride and grooms faces.
She stood up, and silently slipped out of the room. No one would miss her, not while they were wrapped up in the joys of true love.
True love. Happiness. The two things she once had. But now they were gone. They'd been gone for a while. They left with him. Left when he broke his promise, ripped out her heart, and stomped on it.
And to add insult to injury, he left her for her cousin. Her perfect, beautiful cousin. Really, was it any surprise? Everyone loved her. She, who should have hated her, loved her, and to be honest she still does, because blood is thicker than water.
But that didn't mean she had to love him, because she didn't share his blood.
But, oh, she does still love him. She hates him, but she loves him. She wanted to kill him for leaving her, for breaking her, but she hadn't gotten over him at the same time.
For one second she almost thought about going back to the ceremony. Wouldn't her parents, at least, worry about her? But no, everyone barely noticed her anymore, not even her family. And so she continued, leaving the building where they were getting married, and walking down the street.
Maybe she'd go and drown her sorrows in some firewhiskey. Maybe she'd…no. She wasn't going to resort to alchohol. She walked down the street, coming to a Muggle park. She almost smiled, seeing the little kids playing.
She sat on a bench, pulling the dreaded sheet out of her pocket.
You are cordially invited
To the wedding of
Scorpius Malfoy and Lily Potter
Thursday, January 19
"Why, Scorp? Why did you leave me." She whispered, as a tear fell onto the piece of stationary in her hands.
Four things.
1. I don't know what weddings are like. I've been to like three and two of those I was really young, so if the wedding bit stinks thats why.
2. I almost didn't tell you which person Scorp got (you know, lily or Rose) but in the end I decided to.
3. I chose the date on the invite because that's today.
4. Sorry if it sucks.
Bye!