He didn’t want to show it because of the
pressure from our families, but he also didn’t
want to marry me.
Sarah didn’t give him anything back, and she
hooked up with some richer dude.
Mark freaked out and drank a lot.
I didn’t know why he was so upset at the
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time. I just wanted to comfort him and drink
with him.
That night, things got a little steamy…
Afterwards, Mark said he’d do the right thing.
And that’s why we went to Grandma Willow
for the love locks.
The first time Mark canceled the wedding, I
found out he was in love with Sarah.
It hurt, but I figured time would heal
everything.
If I was sweet, kind, and gentle, I could warm
Mark’s heart.
But I was wrong.
Mark was always distant. Every time our
wedding came around, Sarah would have
some kind of problem.
She had some big time illness issues, a dozen
times.
A week ago, Sarah’s rich boyfriend’s family
went broke, and Sarah dumped him, telling
Mark about it right away.
Mark smiled and laughed to himself.
I’d never seen him that happy, and that’s
when I knew it was over.
But with another wedding date coming up, I
hoped he would get over it.
That bone wee totally destroyed
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That hope was totally destroyed.
In the bar, Mark was on his knees, lifting
Sarah’s foot like it was the most precious
thing in the world and kissing it.
So, what was I to him?
A cheap drink.
Something to use and throw away.
Mark handed Sarah the St. Christopher’s
medal and smiled sweetly, “Wear this every
day, and you won’t have any nightmares.”
See? This was the same Mark who was cold
as ice? Now he was super sweet.
“Thanks, Mark!”
く
Sarah smiled, glanced at me, and asked, “Sis,
what’s Mark’s St. Christopher’s medal look
like? Can I see?”
She wasn’t surprised I was there. Mark must
have told her already.
She was ready to play games with me.
Mark looked awkward and said, “Abby’s
tough. She doesn’t need that stuff.”
Mark was always extra careful with Sarah. So
sweet and considerate.
And me? I was left out to dry, except for the
occasional, half–hearted “you okay?“,
followed by a frown and a lecture.
I would’ve been sad, depressed, and
wondering what I did wrong.
But the memory wipe was starting.
I didn’t care. I could pretend Sarah wasn’t
there.
Sarah dragged Mark to sit next to her.
I sat across from them.
I was on the outside looking in.
Mark ordered a bunch of spicy food.
“That’s all my favorite!”
“You’re the best, Mark!”
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Sarah’s eyes were shining. She hugged Mark,
then turned to me, “Sorry, Abby! I was just so
excited! We used to do this all the time when
we were kids! You’re not mad, right?”
Seemed innocent.
It wasn’t.
I didn’t even hear her, I just asked the waiter
for a bowl of egg noodles.
“Abby, don’t cause a scene,” Mark said, his
face clouding over.
“Sorry, Mark! I made Abby mad. Don’t fight!”
Sarah said, pouting.
Like the show back at the bar was over.
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Did Mark really like that kind of drama?
“I’m not mad. I just don’t like spicy food,” |
said, looking at Mark.
He frowned. Didn’t say anything, just started
feeding Sarah and wiping her brow.
He thought I was lying.
