" I, Arthur Kirkland, take the, Alfred Jones, to be my lawful wedded husband, to have and to hold from this day forward, for better or worse, for richer or poorer, in sickness and health, to love, to cherish, and to obey, till death do us part." Since the day I aw this american idiot, I have been waiting for those words to come out of my mouth. We were finally going to get married. As I waited for him to saw his vows, I starred of into the crowd. Francis was sobbing next to Matthew, who was gently patting him on the head. Ivan and Yao were sitting calmly, which was weird in my point of view, The axis powers were strangely quiet, probably because Veneciano was told that if he didn't keep quiet he wouldn't get pasta. Romano and Antonio were quarreling about who knows what. The others seemed relatively in silence. I looked back at Alfred who still was just standing there looking nervous. I waited a few second for him to saw something but he stood thee like the git he was.
"Alfred…say your line!" I said in a hushed tone. I actually was a bit worried. I flushed in embarrassment and looked back at the crowd. Some talked amongst each other, some looked confused. I took a glance at Alfred. He was sweating, his eyes lingered around the sanctuary. His body was stiff, almost…hesitant. "Alfred…are you okay?" I could feel my heart waver. He shut his eyes slowly and stole a quick glance at me and gave me a bear hug. "I'm sorry Arthur, but I can't marry you. My eyes began to water. "What do you mean?" He let me go and held my hands. For what seemed like an eternity was only a few seconds. He skeptically kissed my cheek and walked down the aisle. I felt a piece of paper between my fingers. It was folded, it had a tinted color of brown. I unraveled the note and read the six absurd woods:
'I don't like to be judged.'
I silently gasped and looked in the direct where Alfred was mysteriously standing. He was about four feet away from the exit while I was now at the end of the aisle. He was looking down, with his arms at his sides. Tears running down my embarrassed beet red face. I finally got to the idea he wanted me to get across to. "Alfred F. Jones! If you really love me you wouldn't care what society said!" the audience were chattering in a surprised manner. My fist bawled up, shaking with anger. I wiped my tears to have a clear look at him. He lifted his head and lightly said, "If you only knew." He then continued out the door. Before I knew it, I heard my name being called, foot steps coming from all directions. I was outside with my nose dripping with snot and my eyes blotching with tears. With my legs going numb I fell to the concrete to find a silver ring resting on the ground.
He left me…I have always known I would never get a happily ever after. Lyrics of a long forgotten song echoed in my head.
'Will we ever be together?
No I think not, it's never to become…
For I am not the one.'
OMGXD it's so short! This story had just popped in my head when I was listening to 'Sally song', I don't know if I should continue, so tell me what you think about it