~And here is chapter 3. I was on a family camping trip, so I had to wait a little to make and post this. Hope you enjoy.~

Chapter 3: Her Perfume

"Hey man, thanks again for doing this. Means a lot to me."

Cry smiled and slapped his friend Russ's shoulder, shaking his head. "No problem. You ever need another Best Man, just give me a call."

Russ and Cry laughed as Red shouted over her shoulder, "HE WON'T BE NEEDING IT!" before getting back to the conversation she was having.

"Aw man, how could I have ever gotten so lucky?" Russ asked out loud, looking back at his new bride with such gentle and caring eyes Cry had to look away with a hidden grimace.

Seeing love made him more aware of how empty inside he was. Grinning, Cry shrugged. "Who knows? Maybe she'll go for a chick next time."

Russ smirked at the comment. "You know, three ways are really in right now."

"Yeah, and so is Minx. Maybe Red will go for the gold." Cry laughed at Russ's fallen expression. "Don't worry dude. Red isn't into chicks. And Minx has her fire breathing dragon."

Russ raised an eyebrow as he said, "Don't you mean Krisim?"

"Close enough."

Smiling, Russ pulled Cry into a head lock and ruffled his friend's hair. "Thanks Cry. I'll remember this when I find Red in bed with those two."

"It was my pleasure." He said cockily, struggling out of the hold Russ had on him.

Russ let go and laughed along with Cry, then heard his name being called. "Well, I believe the Mrs. is calling me. Thanks again for coming, Cry."

Cry shrugged. "It was no problem. I'm glad you found someone to spend your life with."

"Me too." He replied, chuckling when Red again called for him. Turning around, he waved bye to his friend. "See ya, man."

"See ya." Cry said, waving back in farewell. He watched in both joy and envy as Russ dipped Red down into a passionate kiss.

Shaking his head, Cry turned around and walked over to the buffet table and grabbed some punch, sipping it as he watched others dance.

'They seem to be having fun.' Cry thought as he saw the newly weds dancing slowly, very little to no space between them.

Sighing, he went to drink his punch when he realized there was none left in his cup. Cry turned to the punch bowl and went to dip his cup in for another drink, when an image appeared on the liquid.

Freezing on the spot, Cry wanted to scream but held it in as to not disturb the party. Quickly he slapped his face to make sure he wasn't dreaming and looked again.

She was still there.

'No. No no no no no no NO! This isn't real, Cry. You're just dreaming.'

The girl in the punch bowl spoke, words dead and cold. "wHAt DId YoU dO To mE rYaN? WHat diD yOU Do?"

Cry dashed in a panic to his car and yanked open the door, climbing inside and starting the vehicle, driving off away from her.

"It's alright, Cry. You're just hallucinating from lack of sleep. You're NOT crazy."

He wished that were true, but it wasn't the first time She showed up in his daily life when it shouldn't be possible.

She shouldn't have been there in his life, but yet She was. Though, it's been a few years since She left, She suddenly appeared again in strange ways.

She didn't feel like the girl he once knew and loved. She felt cold and distant, and more than a little terrifying.

Cry pulled into his driveway and stopped the vehicle, laying his face down on the steering wheel in an attempt to calm himself.

'She doesn't exist anymore, Cry. So stop getting hopeful.' He thought to himself, stepping out of the car and into his house.

In the entrance, Cry kicked off his shoes and picked them up, carrying them up the stairs and into his bedroom where he threw them into the closet.

There, inside the room, he was hit with memories of Her. He sighed and knew attempting to keep his feelings down was useless.

Stumbling over to the dresser she used, Cry picked up a certain bottle of perfume she liked to use and closed his eyes as he sprayed the air with it.

He didn't make it to the bed as he crumbled to the floor, holding onto the bottle that she loved to use so much, tears finally falling free and words tumbling out in a rush.

"I'm so sorry, Chey. I'm so very very sorry. I didn't know. I didn't know. If I did, I would have stopped you. I'm sorry it took to THIS for me to see. For anyone to have seen."

Apology after apology fell from his lips as Cry held onto the bottle for dear life, trying to hold onto the hopes that She will come and ease his mind.

She only came when Cry fell into a fitful sleep, only being seen in his dreams.

TBC...

~Poor Cry T_T! I feel terrible for doing this to him, but I have to make him struggle so he can learn something later on. Anyways, I hope you enjoyed this chapter. See ya!~