He's pissed. Pissed beyond any level of pissed he's ever been. The church is cleared, pews empty, bride off somewhere he doesn't know.
He's pacing. Pacing because that's the only thing he can do right now in order to stop himself from not blowing some kind of fuse inside of the church. Yeah, he's Jewish but he knows he won't score any points with God or his number one Heb if he starts dropping the f-bomb left and right.
"I just…I can't…why?" he manages to ask. It's all he can say right now because his mind's a jumbled mess.
She watches. Watches because she can't do anything else right now except watch and let him get it all out of his system. She did after all just show up and crash his wedding.
"I'm finally moving on, finally trying to move forward, and you just show up! Out of the frickin' blue!"
She tries to speak. Tries but fails because the minute she opens her mouth he's speaking again, this time at her.
"I'm trying here!" he shouts. "I'm trying to get over you but you won't let me! You won't frickin' let me get over you. So you decide: hey, I haven't fucked him over in a while, let me just crash his wedding. That'll make me feel better."
"You think I'd actually show up here just to make myself feel better?" she snaps, getting up from her seat. "I came here because I still love you and I was hoping there was a chance!"
"Always at the last possible fucking second, huh, Fabray?" He grabs his jacket from the ground, heading down the aisle then and to the door. "Sorry," he apologizes in a loud voice to the crucifixion hanging behind the altar before he steps out.
It takes her a moment to compose herself before she's running out, following him. She finds him standing on the sidewalk, smoking a cigarette.
"I thought you quit years ago," she says, slowly heading down the stairs.
"Started back up after the engagement," he admits, taking a slow drag.
She watches him as he finishes. He throws it to the ground and extinguishes the bud with his heel before turning to her.
"You can't keep doing this," he tells her. "You find a way to make sure I'm not happy with someone else but when I'm happy with you it's not good enough, either."
"I know," she says softly, looking down at the ground.
Sighing, he takes a step forward and places a kiss on her forehead. "I should thank you for today, actually," he says before leaning down and whispering in her ear, "I couldn't get you out of my head every time I fucked her."
She rolls her eyes, shaking her head before she wraps her arms around him in an embrace.
Their names are engraved on similar invitations a few months later.
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