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Two hot and sweating bodies in a messed up bed. Sheets tossed aside or wrapped around tired limbs. The smell of fresh and hot sex in the air, making it sticky like in the rainforest. Humid. The walls echoed back the groans and screams of lust, marks of fingernails are on still red skin with wide opened pores, the smell of the other person on each other. Fast pulse running through widened veins, eyes half closed or closed in exhaustion, a satisfying grin on their faces.
"Do you believe in love at first sight?" One voice asked. Words are blurry, lazy, arrogant. Like you sound after you did something great, deserve a lot of praise. He put his eyes on her, waiting for her to appreciate what he did for her. He gave her a special gift, she had to appreciate.
"No." Despite the aftermath of sex in the room the second voice was cool, also arrogant, like this was nothing special, just ordinary business. Like she couldn't care less about what happened and they did the last two hours.
"Not?" Surprise. First cracks in the arrogance, even a tiny little bit of doubt. This wasn't the respond he expected. What went wrong? It couldn't be his mistake.
She pulled the rug out from under him. "No." A long and slender leg kicks away the sheets, the second one appears from beneath the white and wet fabric. A long arm with fine developed muscles, perfect to wear sleeveless shirts, pushed the beautiful and naked body up. Like a goddess rising in the early morning.
"What are you doing?"
"Leaving." The cold voice cut into the hot air.
"Why? I thought…"
"Your thoughts are wrong."
"Don't you believe in love at all?"
"This wasn't love, this was just sex." A matter of fact voice, cool, like she explained the weather forecast to a stupid child. She put on her blue jeans and the white tank top, not bothering with her underwear, that was torn apart and somewhere on the floor. Something for him to remember her, the two hours they had. Her delicate feet slipped into black boots with murder heels. Without another look at the one in the bed she walked towards the door, picked up the her purse and left. No, she didn't believe in love and she was out of this. It was fun for a night but not more.
"Fuck!"
"You should watch your mouth."
"Save the bullshit for the priest, I don't give a shit."
"Oh Honey, you're just nervous, that's normal on your wedding day. Hold your breath."
"I do nothing else since I skipped breakfast. You told me to skip it."
"You can't eat on your wedding day, every bite will add a pound on your hips on the wedding photo. We don't want you to look fat, it's your wedding, you have to look fabulous, the photos will be for eternity."
"Photos are always for eternity."
"This is the most important day in your life."
Her life? More her mother's life. Ignoring the fuss the older woman made, she concentrated on the music. Time for her to leave the room and walk down the aisle. A special moment in every woman's life, right? Walking towards the one she was about to marry, to spend the rest of her life with. Till do us part. This could be a long time, many years.
It was a like when she had to decide which job she wanted to do. For the rest of her life. It was a thought that scared her back then. Like most decisions you had to make once and couldn't take back. Forever was very long.
Anyway, where was she? Right, in the church, the priest was about to wrap this wedding up. No, not this wedding, her wedding. The first 'I do' had been loud and clear, now it was her time. She didn't understand what he said, his words sounded like they were in another language, happy faces all around her, full of expectation, all eyes on her and then…silence. Why was there silence?
"Do you take this man to have and to hold from this day forward, for better and for worse, 'till death do you part?" The way the priest said this words it sounded like he repeated them.
"Honey, it's your time to answer."
A really handsome man, tall, dark hair, blue eyes, dentist advertisement smile, a body like a modern day He-Man. He looked at her, a supportive smile on his face. "All you have to say is 'I do' and we're done. Nobody will have a reason for us two not to wed."
"I do."
"See, that's and now say it…"
"No, I do have a reason why can't get married." Her voice sounded strange, like it wasn't her own, but the whole last days felt like this wasn't her life.
"What?" Disbelieve was written all over his face.
"I can't marry you." Slowly she felt like she came back to her own life.
"Why?"
"I don't love you. Never have." Dressed in her wedding dress, white high heels, make-up and perfect hair she stepped away from the altar, ignoring He-Mans attempts to stop her, the muttering in the church and the eyes on her, she walked towards the exit. Finally she had the feeling she got her life back and did the right thing.