Chapter 2
You know the phraze "La vida es dolor"? That is how I feel in this moment. I
am at their wedding, sitting in front row beside my mom with glued
I-am-so-happy-for-you smile. Yet in my heart I cry so much.
I have this Something-bad.is-going-to-happen feeling in mu gut. I thought it
is somehow connected to Chase's wedding, but now I fear not.
I turn my head with others as music starts play. Dulci and her father slowly
heads towards Chase, who is standing by the alter. Chase tried to talk to me,
but I only said congratulations. I don't know why they even invited me. Must
be our relationship through our parents. I know I wouldn't like to have my ex
on my own wedding.
Dulci's dad gives her hand to Chase. They starts to say their speech, when
my cell starts ringing. I take it although many people look at me like I am
the worst filth im the world for interupting the wedding.
I listen and with every other word my hand trembles more. Then the person
hangs up. My eyes fills up with tears and I have to leave. Have to go where
I am needed. I stand up, turn and run out of church with tears streaming down
my face. I don't hear someone coming after me and asking what is wrong until
he grabs me by my shoulder and turns around. I can't believe who it is.
You know the phraze "La vida es dolor"? That is how I feel in this moment. I
am at their wedding, sitting in front row beside my mom with glued
I-am-so-happy-for-you smile. Yet in my heart I cry so much.
I have this Something-bad.is-going-to-happen feeling in mu gut. I thought it
is somehow connected to Chase's wedding, but now I fear not.
I turn my head with others as music starts play. Dulci and her father slowly
heads towards Chase, who is standing by the alter. Chase tried to talk to me,
but I only said congratulations. I don't know why they even invited me. Must
be our relationship through our parents. I know I wouldn't like to have my ex
on my own wedding.
Dulci's dad gives her hand to Chase. They starts to say their speech, when
my cell starts ringing. I take it although many people look at me like I am
the worst filth im the world for interupting the wedding.
I listen and with every other word my hand trembles more. Then the person
hangs up. My eyes fills up with tears and I have to leave. Have to go where
I am needed. I stand up, turn and run out of church with tears streaming down
my face. I don't hear someone coming after me and asking what is wrong until
he grabs me by my shoulder and turns around. I can't believe who it is.
