(A/N) I'm really sorry it took so long to update. See, I'm working on the next chapter of this story and I have been since my last update. So far it stands at over six thousand words and is about thirteen pages long and it isn't even halfway complete. I've been going out of town as well, so that didn't help at all.
This is going to be pretty short, but I hope you guys like it anyway! Also, I haven't been to a wedding since I was about eight, and I tried researching how weddings go, but it wasn't very helpful, so if I screw something up, my apologies.
I wanted to cry because I would always be jealous of what they had.
They loved each other so much, that for a person like me, it was hard to look at. I had nothing like that, something so pure and wonderful. It practically seemed to radiate from the two of them
I would never have a love like that.
It couldn't be any more perfect than it already was. The hyacinths were draped all over the place, and I had no doubt in my mind that they were her favorite flower simply because they matched his eyes perfectly. Glittering gauze was spun all around the pillars under which the couple stood, both of them smiling at each other like they were in their own world.
I would never have a wedding like that.
You could see it in the way he kept his eyes trained on her, ready to jump in front of her to save her life at any moment. Or maybe he was just staring at her because he found her so utterly fascinating, he couldn't bear to look away. Or maybe he just looked at her because he loved her.
I would never be looked at that way.
He took her hand in his; caressing it gently like he might break a bone in her delicate hand. She blushed sweetly, and everyone in the chairs sighed. The priest was babbling on, but they were obviously frozen in time, savoring the moment.
I would never have a moment like that to savor.
No one would ever consider that Jack Atlas could be so kind, so loving toward anyone. In every interview with him I'd seen, he was closed off and abrasive. There was none of that tenderness, that vulnerability.
I would never be able to change a man the way she changed him.
Carly was so beautiful, so different then the way she once was. Everyone in high school made fun of her, they all criticized her. But it wasn't that she was gorgeous on the outside. Sure, she was pretty, but that beauty poured out of her. It was that smile on her face, like there wasn't anything wrong in the world because she had him.
I would never be that stunning.
Slowly, I lifted my camera with 'Angela' inscribed on it, and snapped a shot of them leaning together as the priest declared, "You may now kiss the bride." He lifted the veil from her face, and kissed her so softly, it hurt me inside.
I would never be kissed like that.
The rest of the people around me erupted in cheers, especially one particularly obnoxious redhead in the front row. Jack merely rolled his eyes and smiled while Carly beamed like she was in a beauty pageant.
I would never have a reason to smile like that.
He scooped her up in his arms, and she squealed while the rest of the crowd laughed. He grinned at her and whispered something that made her turn tomato red, much to everyone's amusement. Everyone but mine.
I would never find someone that would carry me away.
Everyone began to mull around, deciding when to head over to the wedding reception. Lots of people stood and walked to their cars, leaving me alone. I know as a professional reporter, I should have stayed to interview Jack and Carly, but I couldn't. It would hurt too much.
I would never forget the way people looked at me when I ran to my car.
The few moments alone in my car were heavenly, but I didn't have very far to drive. When I got to the reception, I was directed to a set very far from the Bride and Groom's Table. Everyone stood as Carly and Jack entered.
I would never be the one walking into the room like that.
My stomach growled, and I was grateful when the two began to form the food line. I had attended many weddings, so I knew that was my cue to get food if I wanted something to eat. After everyone was served and sat to eat, I watched as the newlyweds fed each other.
I would never be able to do that.
The cutting of the cake brought much laughter. When the knife was picked up, Carly's eyes widened in fear, and I recalled that she was very clumsy. I could barely make out what Jack said, but it sounded like "Don't hurt yourself."
I would never have someone tease me so gently.
There was so much toasting afterward. I was grateful for the excuse to down some alcohol and ease some of my pain. I heard everyone saying things about how sweet the couple was, and how they'd live such long, happy lives.
I would never live a happy life.
But then I couldn't take it anymore. When the music started to play, and he took her in his arms, carefully guiding her to keep her safe from hurting herself, I just lost it. Most people cry at the ceremony, not the reception, and I promised I wouldn't shed a tear at this one. I broke that promise though, and I cried.
I cried because I would always be jealous of what they had.
(A/N) That was Angela POV, in case you couldn't tell. I always felt bad for the mean-girl types because they're always the ones who end up miserable when it counts.
Like I said, it's short, and it's not quite as Scoopshipping-y and it isn't my best work, but it's just to tide you guys over. The next chapter will have A TON of Jack/Carly, and it should be uploaded sometime on Thursday before I go out of town. Till then!
