I do not own Veronica Mars:
It should have been him. Not the man standing there. David? Is that his name? Not like it matters. He already hates him. He hated him before he even met him. He didn't like his look, his voice, and his personality. Every time he thought about him and her together, he just wanted to sink deep into the ground and never reach sunlight. She loved him, even though that seemed odd. Considering everything he knew about her didn't at all point in this mans direction. Letting his drink sit at his lips, he thought about the whole moment. The expensive dresses that all sat around. All belonging to women he was positive she didn't know. The men and their ridicules bow ties. He must not of got that memo, for he was wearing your ordinary straight black tie. He knew you weren't meant to wear those to such occasions, but he wanted to bring as much bad luck as he could. He knows that's not fair, nor is it mature, but he loves her. He's never stopped loving her. At that moment, he would give anything just for her to know that.
" I do. " Those are two words that eat him alive. How could she say that? How could she just do that? She had such a hard time admitting that she loved him; she had such a hard time about everything with him. Yet after just one year, she has the nerve to answer that question without hesitation? He feels betrayed as he continues to watch the heartbreaking ceremony.
Then the minister asks that fucking question.
" And do you, Daniel Creed, take Veronica Mars as your lawful wedded wife for as long as you both shall live? "
" I do. "
Prick.
" By the power invested in me. I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss the bride. "
If he does, I might just kill him.
Creed begins to kiss her, and the only person other than Logan who wants to snap is Keith Mars, he never liked him much either. Lets relish in this small moment. It might be the only time Logan Echolls and Keith Mars simultaneously agree about something. Every single person in the church is happy, though, all except for Logan. He's now wishing he never came along. Why did she have to invite him? Cut the fucking chord already. Save the poor bastard some pain, unless she wanted him to hurt? That would be the only thing that makes sense. If that's the case than she really is just a whore. Fuck! He hates this; he hates this shit more than the beatings he used to receive from his father. Actually this is worse. This is inner pain. This is feeling like your stomach has been twisted and tied into the most painful shell of regret. This is worse. This is just fucking worse.
But what can he do?
