Chapter 9:
Before Georges knew it, it was an hour until the wedding. His eyes were puffy from his crying most of the night, but he just washed his face and got ready, taking in his reflection in his bathroom mirror. There's no looking back now.
And as his mother ushered him into the car, and they sped towards the church,
His whole body hurt in an unknown turmoil.
Robert looked into the small mirror in one of the church's backrooms. His father came in, signaling his cue to make an entrance. He swallowed, his heartbeat quickened as he made his way to the aisle, taking in all the smiling faces. His nervousness eased, but his eyes couldn't help but wander- in search of his little angel.
And there he was, staring right back at him. His heart leapt. But he wouldn't let anything show. Instead he riveted his eyes to the now approaching bridesmaids.
Georges felt something once again pang painfully inside him, as Robert looked away.
This is the end… Georges thought to himself, as the bride made her way down the aisle. She seemed to radiate happiness, her dress gracefully dragging behind her in a picturesque vision.
Robert locked eyes with Noelle, -her smile made him smile back.
Then the same sequence commenced, -ending when it was his turn to speak.
He opened his mouth to speak. But the words he had so easily memorized somehow seemed so hard to pronounce now.
Everything seemed to be drifting in slow motion, as the minister waited for his reply. He could feel beads of sweat form on his face, as his world began to spin. He glanced back at Noelle, who was giving him a piercing stare.
'And with the next two words he spoke, he had sealed his fate'
"I'm sorry" Robert spoke. –He had then run down the aisle and out of the church before anyone had time to react. Georges stared incredulously after Robert, -and then before he could think, he had suddenly ran after him. Tears then welled in his eyes -as he saw Robert fade into the distance, into the regressing sunset.