She was a vision in white. Her beautiful dress seemed draped by the gods themselves down her figure making her even more ethereal than I thought possible. Everything was perfect, just like she had imagined when we were kids, magnolias in her grandfather's field with a small handful of people to save her daddy's wallet. Grandpa Rich stood at the end of the aisle to marry her to her future and he looked ever so proud of his favorite grandchild. Only one thing was different from the many times we had practiced this over the years, I was sat in the back in my black suit and tie this time. When the music sounded I couldn't bring myself to turn to look at her at first. I had to take a bracing pull from my hidden flask before I could bring myself to finally relinquish my hold on her. As Mr. Sachs walked her past me I could tell there was no hope for me anymore. I no longer belonged at the altar with her. No she didn't want to marry me.
Those deep mahogany pools she calls eyes never left the ice blue waiting for her beside her grandfather. It was as if they were the only two out here. Even the birds had quieted for the ceremony. I thought back to a few months ago when I got the invite to her bridal shower. I knew I had been right five years ago when I told her the calls she took was the relationship she was in. I just didn't think it would turn her away from me. After I left we were able to rebuild our friendship, which was nice, but every time they appeared together I could feel my happiness slip further away. That possessive hand on her waist and that look of utter adoration sent her way during the party was the final straw and I knew I would have to give her away because she wasn't going to marry me.
She sat down at a corner table fanning her face after dancing for what had seemed like forever. I carefully made my way over and asked if I could sit with her, which she agreed to. Even as tiredness crept in from the long day she exuded joy. I was trying so hard to not dampen the festivities or her happiness. We chatted about this and that and I made a comment on how perfect she and her new family fit together, how beautiful she and her new wife looked together. She smiled and thanked me but her eyes never met mine instead they followed the silver head as her wife weaved around the guests. I had to admit love looked amazing on her features and I decided to come to terms that she had never once looked at me the way she looked at Miranda. Not once did she ever study my features the way she was currently cataloguing each of sharp features of her new wife. I knew why she didn't marry me tonight for that reason alone.
As if by coincidence Thomas Rhett's new song Marry Me started playing and I stood asking her to dance. She finally turned those chocolate orbs my way and all the raw love I had witnessed leeched out replaced by the love I had seen her give her parents or Lils or even Douggie. Yeah, no Thomas was right, "She ain't gonna marry me."
AN: I know I should be posting an update for RS but they have been giving me radio silence since I heard Thomas Rhett's Marry Me. This instead was given to me to write by the muse that wills. It was an ultimatum write this or no inspiration to finish the chapter I am almost done with. Anyway if it strikes your fancy please review, I live for them :)