A/N: I know she left a long time ago, but I've always had a soft spot for Anna. We never really knew her, and that's a crying shame.
"Fairytales"
Dr Anna Del Amico
I am supposed to feel over the moon, am I not? It's my day. My wedding day. I'm the belle of the ball, Cinderella. So why, when I look in the mirror, do I only see the Wicked Stepmother? My mom is fussing about me, cooing over my dress and veil. I am her only daughter, and I think my settling down is long past overdue in her opinion.
This marriage has so many strings attached before it even begins. With my history, how could it be condition free? I'm too old to even be getting married, but the ring matters to Max and to my family, so I'll do it for the peace and quiet.
In the mirror, images I want to forget haunt me. In my eyes, I can see the hurt I caused by leaving Chicago. I can still see his face as clear as it was yesterday. I hear that he is getting married soon too, or at least that he's thinking about it. I may never have met Abby and know nothing about her bar her first name, but I know she's lucky. She's his one. So maybe my breaking his heart left the way clear for destiny, but that doesn't mean I can forgive myself for it.
I think today scares me because I've got to stop running. I can't just leave when the going gets too emotional for my hardened heart. To say I loved him is beyond clichéd and irrelevant now, but it was true. He was the first and only man that I would happily and instantly entrust my life to.
I ran from him. He was the single most special person I'd had the good fortune to meet, and he inexplicably felt similarly about me, but I ran from him. I chose Max because he was what I knew, he was all I knew. I can't change what I did to Carter, much as I regret it, much as I know it was my worst mistake ever. I can't go back to him, and I wouldn't want to. Things have gone beyond sorry, if not beyond words. I wish him every happiness, and I can't bring myself to trivialize this by being jealous of a woman I've never even met.
I will walk down the aisle and into the security of marriage to a man who's love is certified by the fact that he wouldn't have a career or for that matter a life without me. It is his face I will see every morning till death parts us. Maybe I wish it differently, but what's for you won't go by you, and Max didn't.
"Fairytales"
Dr Anna Del Amico
I am supposed to feel over the moon, am I not? It's my day. My wedding day. I'm the belle of the ball, Cinderella. So why, when I look in the mirror, do I only see the Wicked Stepmother? My mom is fussing about me, cooing over my dress and veil. I am her only daughter, and I think my settling down is long past overdue in her opinion.
This marriage has so many strings attached before it even begins. With my history, how could it be condition free? I'm too old to even be getting married, but the ring matters to Max and to my family, so I'll do it for the peace and quiet.
In the mirror, images I want to forget haunt me. In my eyes, I can see the hurt I caused by leaving Chicago. I can still see his face as clear as it was yesterday. I hear that he is getting married soon too, or at least that he's thinking about it. I may never have met Abby and know nothing about her bar her first name, but I know she's lucky. She's his one. So maybe my breaking his heart left the way clear for destiny, but that doesn't mean I can forgive myself for it.
I think today scares me because I've got to stop running. I can't just leave when the going gets too emotional for my hardened heart. To say I loved him is beyond clichéd and irrelevant now, but it was true. He was the first and only man that I would happily and instantly entrust my life to.
I ran from him. He was the single most special person I'd had the good fortune to meet, and he inexplicably felt similarly about me, but I ran from him. I chose Max because he was what I knew, he was all I knew. I can't change what I did to Carter, much as I regret it, much as I know it was my worst mistake ever. I can't go back to him, and I wouldn't want to. Things have gone beyond sorry, if not beyond words. I wish him every happiness, and I can't bring myself to trivialize this by being jealous of a woman I've never even met.
I will walk down the aisle and into the security of marriage to a man who's love is certified by the fact that he wouldn't have a career or for that matter a life without me. It is his face I will see every morning till death parts us. Maybe I wish it differently, but what's for you won't go by you, and Max didn't.