Hello, peoples. So, as you can see, I revised the prolouge and decided to make it two parts. I also lengthened this because the second part of the prolouge had more information in the other perspective. Hope it sheds more light on Freddie's situation. And thank you to Kressxblack for reviewing, favoriting, and alerting! Enjoy!
Disclaimer: I don't even own my own glass of water. So, iCarly is out of the question.
Though he waits for her, he knows she will never return to him.
He had realized a moment too late that he loved her. And that made the pain of releasing her all the more searing. Why had he let her go, he will never know. Perhaps, it was the fragility of his youth that had been shattered by a pink addition sign on a thin white stick. Perhaps, it was stress of the 'mistake' he had made. Perhaps, it was the hurtful fact that she would be happier with another. All he understood was that he had let her live her life without him in the picture.
She with her golden locks and her clear cerulean eyes. She with her boldness that could make a pro-wrestler cower in fear. She who had broken his heart by deserting him for the other man.
Six months after their split, she came rushing to him for advice. She asked if she was allowed to marry the man that had taken her away from him. 'No!' he had wanted to shriek. 'Stay with me. And we can be together with our child.' But, no, he couldn't. That look of hope in her eyes. She was happy with him. Who was he to take his best friend away from happiness? He had agreed to her marriage. He could see an immediate change in her eyes. Looking back on it, could that change have been sorrow? Could she have possibly cared for him the way he cared for her? If so, he was too late to change anything. She had married. He had not. She had moved on. He had not.
Their child was merely two months old when she had wed. He had sensed a change in her after the marriage. She looked almost pained whenever she came for or dropped off their daugther. She was no longer rambunctious, rowdy, or playful. She seemed solemn and miserable. Whenever he had questioned her, she would brush it off as 'I'm fine.'
When their daughter turned two, she moved across the country, for the purpose of the transfer of her bakery. He couldn't help but see the regret in her eyes when she had to bid farewell to her daughter. Her time with her was reduced to two weekends a month. Their daughter missed her terribly, but he missed her even more. However, the few brief moments to see her again were worth the lengthy wait.
He had realized a moment too late that he needed her. Every second without her killed him inside. But, he knew she would never return his love. If she did, she would come back. But she didn't.
Though he waits for her, he knows she will never return to him, and this is what has broken Freddie Benson.