This will continue with the POV's of different characters after they have found out that Aria and Ezra have eloped. Each chapter will be artistically different. Enjoy!
She had been scared of what would happen when dreamt dreams became reality. She had been afraid of the day when she would be forced walk on paths not previously ventured. She had been worried about the next step, after impossibilities became possible. She had been nervous about the life she would be forced to lead. She still was. She still mourned for the unstated hopes that would never be realized, never be true.
In her heart she had known this day would come, this day of reckoning. Perhaps it was time to right wrongs and mend relationships. Perhaps. But she never thought she would think the things she was thinking of now. Softly she hummed the song played at her wedding. Was that so long ago, that life now turned on itself? Had so many years passed that it was time for history to repeat itself? She stopped humming. Breathe she told herself as her eyes filled with tears. Breathe.
It was time to open up her thoughts to the closed possibilities of the past and close her mind to the impossibilities of the future. Things had been done that could not be undone. Bonds had been made that could not easily be broken. It was too much too soon. It was too little too late. She started hum another tune. She closed her eyes and smiled. Yes, that song she would always carry close to her heart. Things changed all the time. Sometimes it was good.
This is good she reassured herself. This was more than good. This is what was desired. This is what was planned. Perhaps things had moved along faster than she was comfortable with. Maybe that was it. Maybe. She continued to hum as she looked into her mind's eye. She remembered. She could recall. She could pinpoint the moments when her life changed. She just hadn't understood it then. Black and white movies. Clothes dripping with wet rain. The smell of Chinese food out of cartons. Late night phone calls and daytime texts. Life had changed little by little, but the little changes had never registered.
She thought about a stuffed bear that used to mean so much, a lifetime of giggles and licking the brownie bowl. Those days were gone now. Did she regret it? She had to think. Yes, she did, a little, but then, she always would. She would always miss those moments of childhood. Those moments of innocents. Those summer days of child's laughter and child's sorrows. But the world she occupied wasn't a child's world anymore. It belonged to a young woman. A young woman who made her own decisions, who was so independently minded that her choices shouldn't have surprised her mother. But sometimes they did.
She took another deep breath before continuing to hum her tune. The song faded away between her lips. It was different now. Maybe it was time for her to hum another song. Had it been only a few hours ago that life had changed so drastically? Such announcements were supposed be told with joy and hopeful faith. But it was told with joy and smiles all around but also grimaces and hurtful glances. How does someone receive news like that? Can a mother ever stop loving her daughter? No. Love like that never dies.
She hummed that tune again, the one that meant so much to her. Little girl, her baby girl, all grown up and married. She had a husband. Why was it that today of all days she remembered her daughter's lullaby, the one that was sung to her on her first drive home from the hospital? Because today she had announced she was married, married to a man she truly loved. A man. While she was still a girl. But what was done cannot be undone, and bonds once tied are hard to break.
She looked around the room, a girl's room, but a girl no longer lived her. She sighed and silently said her peace. Today her daughter announced she was married. She had expected it, but not so soon. Tonight she belonged to another. But that everything was going to be fine. It had to be. Ella Montgomery sadly smiled and gently released her held breath. She closed the door to her daughter, Aria's, room. She was with her husband now, where she now belonged. Mrs. Fitz.