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This is just something that came to me in an English lesson when we were writhing narratives for an exam practice. I'm not sure it makes all that much sense or really flows but there we go OH! I have absolutely no clue what to call this so if anyone has any ideas they would be greatly appreciated
He remembered the day he first met her. He had just gotten back from town when she wandered in through the think wooden door. The sun was just beginning to set, casting shadows across the room through the large glass window on the far wall. The room was fairly gloomy and the house was old. He saw the wonder on her sun-kissed face as she took in the room; almost as though she had never been here before. "Typical" he thought, "The idiot can't even be bothered to remember to bring her round. She has to take it upon herself to just show up"
He knows things have changed since that day, the most obvious one being that she is no longer his brother's. He can't bring himself to even comprehend why she ever was. If someone had told him before he met her that he and his brother would be even talking, let alone being each other's best men at their respective weddings he would have laughed. And not just a chuckle, a full blown laugh, for he and his brother had never been close, not really. Sure, they loved each other and couldn't bear the thought of the other not being around but boy did they fight.
He was going to leave. He was going to go far away and leave them to it, let them have their happy ending. He would have done it too, had she not have appeared seemingly out of nowhere just as he was about to get in his car. She was crying so hard he couldn't understand what she was saying through all the tears. The one thing he did hear, the one thing she made sure he heard was her feelings: "I love you, you big idiot" were the exact words she used, if he remembers correctly. He also remembers how his brother just smiled and walked back into the overly large house; he remembers how later that night he expressed how much he wanted her to be happy. But the thing he remembers most, the thing that he has never felt before is the sheer pride he felt for his brother in that moment.
So, here he stands, three years later and getting ready for the day he thought would never come with his idiot brother ( yes, even after everything he still calls him that) by his side. And he knows, that just down the hall is the woman that the girl he feel in love with has become, the woman he thought he would never have. And he knows that in that moment he is the luckiest man on earth.
So there it is. Please review and let me know what you think. Any constructive criticism is welcomed. Actually, it's asked for and can you let me know whether you think it could be classed as a narrative story please. Thank you xoxo