The reception was over and the union had already parted ways. The Bride's1
Maids somewhere off searching for cute men they'd probably scouting during the ceremony, the groom's men, prehaps, off looking for the Bride's Maid. The Bride and Groom in their roses riddled suite with champagne dating decades ago, and the best man, who sits alone at the bar in the lobby. It had only been seven months since the bride and groom had met and swiftly did they evolve from unknowns to acquaintences, from acquaintences to friends, from friends to lovers. For the true nature of lovers, to once have been friends to find the common ground where infactuation advance into hidden words and sacred body language transformed into art.2
The bar had become crowded, night owls came out for drinks and men on business trips searched for women willing to keep them company at the lowest possible price. The lobby gloomed with jazz music and dimmed light, another double of Jack Daniels was placed in front of him. Slowly, he drunk, shot after shot, trying to remember the last time he had been felt as the groom, in love, in control, happy. It had been the hardest test of his life (besides the road of loneliness), to stand next to the groom, his best friend, and wear his mask of happiness. No one knew, of course, what could his friends understand? What good could have come of revealing his bottomless pito of a heart? The only thing he could feel for years was nothing- until his best friend's wedding, when he came back to the long lost road of love. Though not directly felt, he found a belief in him, on he had lost years ago after tremendous years of verbal and physical abuse and neglect that nearly killed the compassion inside. A smile lit his face as his gaze was limited to the bar. A woman next to him inhaled a Virginia Slim, flicking ashes onto his arm unaware.3
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nice
nice writing man -
okay....
*Nika*
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Curious take on things here...rather bits and pieces, here and there within the frame of a wedding and the aftermath...I thought for a moment the best man had been in love with the bride...but then again not....interesting slice of life write, and thank you for the visit...amicus...
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thanks
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Oh, my God... this is so sad! But you've written it in such a way that I really felt like I was there, you know what I mean? And that bit at the end really stood out to me, because of that lady with the cigarette and he wasn't the only one that was alone and unhappy. Very well done!
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this story was sad, it was so descriptive, I could feel how lonely the best man was and I felt sorry for him. I really wanted to go and give him a hug! You are seriously taleneted and I hope that you enjoy reading my crap as much as I love reading your great work, I think its time to add you to my favourites! Well keep it up! ~QueenT~
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wonderfully written
so you have other writing talents too not just poetry? this story is wonderful, you really grasp the feeling of lonliness and you have great descriptions. i love what you write.
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