Hey. This is an idea I've had for a while now.

It's set 10 years after high school..but will go back throughout the years and tell their story and how they got to this point.

Let me know what yous think e.g if you think I should continue or not.

Thanks.

Take me to church (prologue)

She was torn. Torn between want and dread. As her eyes fell on another smiling face that wasn't the face she had been searching for. She felt a sense of relief instantly met with disappointment. She closed her eyes and took another step before opening her eyes allowing them to travel up and down another group of guests. Bringing another batch of relief yet disappointment.

She barely slept the night before, not due to excitement but she was haunted. By those eyes. Those eyes that held the power of quivering love yet also had the power to destroy her. The last 10 months had been a whirlwind but when she finally had more than a minute to herself. When she crawled into her bed and closed her eyelids that face danced into her vision, the face that framed those haunting eyes. The same haunting eyes that kept her awake.

She took another step, another breath and she looked up at the man in front of her, his upper torso twisted to look at her, a wide smile spread across his chiselled jaw. He was almost within touching distance, she was almost at her destination. Her heart thumping against her chest bone echoed in her ears, drowning out the whispers from the crowd of guests. Breathing had stopped being involuntary and she became very aware of this fact as she breathed deeply in and exhaled shallowly out. She took that one last step and came to the side of her intended.

Looking up at him, she smiled. He was a good man, and she did love him. Probably not in the same way he loved her. Definitely not in the same way she once loved the owner of those haunting eyes. But it was enough for her. Enough for her to betroth herself to this decent kind and loving man. He would treat her right. He would make a good father. She felt herself gulp at this thought. Father. She would have children with him. Just like her parents always wanted for her. It was important to her to make her parents happy. No matter what the cost.

"We are here to celebrate the union of Karma and Liam….."

Leaning forward she looked down into sea of bodies in the alter, but her eyes where fixed on only one, the bride to be. She stared intently from the refuge of the church balcony. The worn out invitation scrunched and sticking out from the denim pocket of her jean jacket. When she received it months before she fought with herself wither to open it. She didn't have to. She knew what the envelope contained. She would that perfect hand writing anywhere. Yet opening it made it all real. She ignored it. Threw it in the trash 5 times. Locked it in a drawer for two days. Even held it over a shredder for a very long afternoon willing herself to just let it go. It was that simple, let the bloody thing go and then she would never have to deal with it again. She didn't let it go.

So here she was, gripping onto a mahogany banister. Hiding from the sea of people that was mostly made of everyone she knew and loved. She brought up her other hand and gripped even tighter. Just watching. Watching without seeing or hearing. She wanted to wake up. Wanted this all to be a nightmare. She shouldn't have come, that had been another internal fight. But she had to see it for herself. She had to see the one person that she had ever loved, love someone else.

"Does anyone here know of any lawful impediment of why these two can't be joined in holy matromy?"

I do, she loves me! The words rolled about in her head. She wanted to scream them out loud. But that would have been a tad too dramatic. Then it hit her. Did Karma still love her? Shit. The thought hadn't crossed her mind. Karma was marrying someone else, she had invited her to the wedding. Karma's wedding, Karma's wedding where she was marrying someone who wasn't her.

She let go. Stumbled backwards, until the back of her knees hit a surface and her body absently fell down onto it. What was she doing? This was a mistake. Her mind travelled through their entire history, scene by scene flashed in front of her eyes. There had been so many mistakes. Was this it was this the final one? Was the investable nail in the coffin?

"Do you Karma take Liam To be your lawfully wedded husband?"

The words cut through her thoughts like a knife through butter. Causing her to find her feet and stumble back towards the banister. She looked back down to the couple, Karma's small dainty hand in his big stupid one. Jealously was rearing its ugly head. The red head looked up into his eyes and she smiled a smile that even from the considerable distance, Amy could tell was fake.

Please Karm

Karma hesitated longer than she should of, long enough that Amy saw the flicker of doubt from the considerable distance.

Just say no!

Karma's eyes darted from the man in front of her to her smiling parent's in the front row.

Please please please

Amy watched intently whilst pleading silently as the bride looked down at the floor and took a deep breath before looking back up to her parents. Amy could see the straightening of the shoulders before she looked back at the man stood in front of her.

"I do"

The final piece of her heart broke. She stood frozen to the spot. Unable to move, unable to think, unable to do. Well anything. Cheers erupted throughout the hall. She stood motionless. Watching as the ogre swept up her princess in his arms and kissed the lips she should be kissing. She hurt more than she ever hurt but she was numb, numb and frozen. All she could do was watch as he placed HIS bride back down and they began the ascent back up the aisle, hugs and handshakes coming from the audience of guests.

Just when the where about to dissappear from Amy's sight Karma instinctively looked up right into Amy as though she sensed her presence. Their eyes locked to each other's. Amy's heart leapt back into action thawing her body whilst Karma froze causing a wash of cold to run through her veins. Both girls confused,hurt,angry,relieved happy?. The only thing clear was it was still there. Whatever that was, it was there. My god it was there.