So I was listening to Adored By Him by Doddleoddle / Dodie Clark and the idea of this came to mind.
I watched her brush the tips of her fingers against his pale white skin, gently pressing her red coated lips against his own. He smiled into their kiss, and loosely held onto her waist. She pulled away, giving him a smile that clearly brightened his day. He pushed some stray strands of her butterscotch hair out of her face, and said something that made the two of them giggle together.
She is so beautiful. But I am not her.
He turns around, telling me that he'll see me back at home and that he'll be back later on in the night. The beautiful girl who he calls girlfriend says a goodbye to me, and they both leave. He held her hand in his left, but held my heart in the other.
And I couldn't wait for him to get home.
The golden alcohol slipped over his perfect, yet moist lips, and slid down his throat, every sip he took was a step closer to almost blacking out. He pulled the glass bottle away from his lips, and licked the drops off his lips. He smiled at me with his slightly wonky teeth, and looked at me through half-hooded eyes.
"I think I love her." He hiccuped, rubbing his eyes childishly. He is so beautiful.
"I want to marry her." He sighs, grinning to himself. She is also beautiful.
"That's nice." I said, my voice showed how my heart broke. He didn't seem to notice.
"You'll be best man at our wedding Dan." He slurred, resting his head on the coffee table. I looked away from the gorgeous boy who had drunk too much. It was too painful.
Now, when Phil had said he wanted to marry this girl, I didn't take him seriously. But a year later, here I stand, behind Phil, watching his beautiful soon-to-be wife say her rehearsed vows. She had come to me days before, saying she wasn't sure she wanted to get married, and she cried on my shoulder. I persuaded her that everything would be okay, even though it broke my heart, hearing her repeat the vows she'd wrote for the man we both love.
I wish it was me saying those sweet things.
Her long butterscotch hair was in perfect curls and her beauty was almost blinding. But the man with his back facing me was the most beautiful person I'd ever laid eyes on. Before I knew it, their lips were locked, and I could almost see them smiling into the kiss.
I didn't know it was possible for a broken heart to break any more.
After the ceremony is over, I go to leave after I wish them a good luck. But a hand grabbing onto my wrist stops me. I looked down, seeing the warm chocolate eyes of Carrie staring back into mine. Behind her stands Chris and Pj. They all give me a sympathetic looks.
"He's happy, so I'm happy." Although I want to convince them, it more sounds as though I am convincing myself.
"Hey, it'll be okay." Carrie assures me.
I turn away from the people who tried to help and walked to my car, hopping in and holding back tears as I drove back to my apartment. I'd made an excuse to Phil and his now wife that I couldn't attend their after party. So I sat alone in the flat that used to hold two people, and cried over the fact that I didn't get the chance to tell the beautiful man, that I am in love with him so deeply I drowned myself in making sure he was happy. It blocked my lungs and suffocated me, smothered me, and surrounded me until there was no escape. I am still drowning.
And I can't breathe any more.
Please let me know what you think, it was kind of just a thing I wrote at 3:30 a.m. I can't sleep, I have school tomorrow and its 3:45 atm. Goodbye, and goodnight.