Disclaimer: Many stories, too many ends (my writer's block came and conquered). Not my characters, the other woman's name doesn't matter.
Life happens
Forgotten
There are some things one can forget. There are also some things one will promise they will never forget. In time, they eventually forget like all we humans do. Can you believe it? I forgot that I loved you. "Love?" it was more like extremely prefer. You meant the world to me…Harry. Now my world doesn't need you. I don't think it ever did. Good-bye Harry, I hope you have a nice life-I hope she is everything you have always hoped for. I hope she makes you happy-just as I wish I could have all those years ago. Everyone stares at me as I enter the chapel. What do they think I am going to do, rush down the aisle and steal you away? I do not want that anymore. I take a seat next to my mother; she looks nervous, but tries to hide it with a smile. I squeeze her hand. I am all right now mum I thought trying will my thoughts to her. I always have been. I look at you in your velvet black robes, they suit you well; the girl takes your arm she smiles underneath her veil. They look good together. She is a handsome woman tall elegant with a touch of regality. She might have been a queen in another time. Her long blonde tresses curl at the ends, her slim frame adorned with white diamonds that sparkle in the candle light. On her head, she wears a tiara that resembles a crown. She looks over at you as you put the ring on her slender finger. It is a white gold ring with three jewels and two empty sides at the far right and left. In the middle of the ring is a sparkling diamond, the one on the left is her birthstone-Turquoise, on the right is yours onyx-black, after the birthstones are two empty holes, they are for your future children. I know this because I overheard you explaining it to my brother a day before you proposed. The vows have ended; together you and your bride walk down the aisle, your smiles light up the room. You glance at me, our eyes lock for a moment. I smile because I am over it-over you. You look away first, this time, your eyes turn back to your bride. The doors open letting the full moon's light cover you and your bride. That look you gave me will haunt me for lonely nights to come, but not today-not now. I watch you walk out the doors to your brand new life with her and I smile because I am over it.