He just looks so flipping happy. If he had looked even the tiniest bit regretful, even a little bit apologetic, if he'd even glanced my way just once, this would be easier to take. But no. He had to be smiling, just radiating happiness. Even when it was my turn to walk down the aisle, he wasn't looking at me. Looking in my direction, yeah, but not at me.
Eight attendants. Each. He just had too many friends he couldn't say no to. So there's this huge processional, this huge ceremony. Too many friends and family on each side. Too many people waiting for this event. I'm surprised there's not more press here.
The ceremony's starting. He's looking at her, eyes only for her, eating her up. I wonder if he even knows I'm here. Knows what I'm feeling, how at this moment, I could truly hate him. And if I try, just a little harder, maybe this pain will turn to hate, turn to something I can use, something that later, after all this, when it's just me and my guitar, I can pour out in notes and chords.
I can't even say, "He used me." I thought I knew what I was getting into when I got together with him. I knew he had a past. I knew there were things beneath the surface he didn't want me to know. He was as honest with me as he could be. He never slipped up on my name. Never. Not even when he was inside me, when my legs were locked around his waist and we rode each other to the summit and fell back to earth together. I don't know if he ever looked at me and saw her instead. If he did, he never let on.
The ceremony's starting. Time to pretend to be happy for him. Hayley explained the whole thing to me, how they were high school sweethearts, how they broke up, how there was always this connection between them.
Smile, damn you.
"Dearly beloved, we are gathered here today to witness the uniting in holy matrimony of Doctor Thomas Oliver and Miss Kimberly Ann Hart."
You'd better be good to him, Miss Kimberly Ann Hart, or you'll have Kira Ford to deal with.
Author's Note: I'm a dyed-in-the-wool Kim/Tommy shipper, but the other day, had an image of Tommy and Kira. And then I got to listen to Kelly Clarkson's "Behind These Hazel Eyes," and see the video. And the first line of this ficlet blossomed. This is all there is; I don't plan to write about the brief Kira/Tommy romance hinted at in this ficlet, or how Kim and Tommy got back together. I'll leave that to your imagination.
