Ethan Williams Extra 3
I’ve become the laughingstock of all of New York City.
They say my brido ran away at the much–anticipated wedding.
Leaving two men to fight over her, neither of them any good.
They say a soumbag lika mo shouldn’t have massed with her in the first place.
I don’t listen to any of it. I’m desperate to see her again.
I search all over New York City but can’t find a trace of har.
I finally understand the despair she must have felt when she was looking for me while I was missing.
It’s like she purposely erased all information about herself.
No one knows where she went.
I ask people to look into it, but only get the reply: “Mr. Williams, please don’t put me in a difi
Yes, when she heard me say those things, she had already started preparing to leave.
How could she possibly let me find her?
It’s my fault
True leaving isn’t making a big fuss, it’s disappearing without a sound.
Sophia has truly given up on mo
When I realize this, the bitterness in my heart has noorly corroded me.
Iraturn to our wedding house.
All traces of her existance are gone.
Sha did it on purpose.
Purposely not leaving me a shred of something to h
hold onto.
Cutting herself off from my life in a resolute and ruthless manner.
Sho’s so cruel
Itoar through every room.
Finally in the study, I find something she left behind.
The gifts I gave her, all shattered.
This is how she wants to draw a line with me, telling me she’s disgusted by the things I gave her.
And that wedding dress we had custom–made in Italy.
A long gash.
Extending from the waist to the hom.
stion.”
Iremember how ecstatic she was half a year ago when we want to have it made, saying she finally got an appointment
with this designer.
Saying she wants to be my most beautiful bride on our wedding day.
There were stars in her eyes then.
But for the sake of my so–called pride.
For the sake of my so–called resentment and revenge.
I hurt the one I love, I hurt her sincerity.
So many times I knew Sophia’s feelings for me were genuine, passionate, that she wanted a future with me.
We used to make love countless nights, whispering the sweetest words, saying we’ll be together forever.
But I lost her.
My ridiculous ego, just because she once liked someone else, mada me jealous with rage.
Forgotting that we once shared the most beautiful memories.
Those wedding planning journals are all proof that she loved me, but now they fool like knife after knife stabbing into my heart.
Toors won’t stop flowing as I flip through them.
Thug this wedding dress tightly, in the empty house, only the sound of my tears falling silently.
I want to make it up to her for the rest of my life, but she will never see me again.
C
