Ethan chokes up, tears sliding down his face. “What do I need to do for you to forgive me? Please tell me.”
I sigh. “The three of us have been entangled for too long, we can’t find happiness this way”
“Besides, just like that wedding dress, once torn, it can’t be mended. Getting a new one made won’t fit right.” “This is how things and between you and me.”
I stand up. “So don’t come looking for me anymore. I can’t bear the weight of your love.”
“And I won’t look back.”
He painfully runs his fingers through his hair, “The future is so long, will there really never be another chance for me?”
I look at him and smile slightly. “Ethan, did you receive the painting Icommissioned from your favorite artist when I was 23?”
He freezes for a moment, a tear finally rolling from the corner of his eye. “We really have nothing to do with each other anymore, do we?”
I don’t say anything.
Turning to leave is my answer.
Once missed, it’s missed. I may occasionally feel wistful, but I won’t regret it.
As I close
the door, Ethan is still standing there motionless
But I know, it’s all over.
The mountains and seas have their time of reunion, the wind and rain have their moment of meeting. Unresolved feelings will eventually be settled, all things will turn out as wished.
I also wish myself a delightful journey through the sea of life.
Because there will always be a breeze or two in this world to fill my endless dreams,
(The End)
The wedding night
Okuwatosin Anbigbola
A werkdagraphe that was supposed to be memorable for a couple tumed to somwful sight.
Ethan Williams Extra 1
The day before the wedding, for some reason I feel especially flustered.
A message pops up in the group chat on my phone: [Mr. Williams, are you still going through with the wedding tomorrow? Give us bros a definite answer.]
[Yeah, we even want to watch the show, to record Sophia’s reaction for you. It’ll definitely be dramatic.]
I turn my phone on and off repeatedly. Sophia hasn’t sent a single message.
I’m a bit irritated.
I send a message in the group: [Bafore getting married, do brides usually not contact the groom at all?] [Bro, none of us have been married, how would we know?]
[But generally speaking, shouldn’t she be too excited to sleep, video chatting sweet nothings with you?] [Not necessarily, what if she’s shy?]
[Bro Ethan, you asking this means you’re planning to go through with the wedding norrow, right?] Am 17
The things Sophia and I did together recently keep flashing through my mind.
My heart thumps hard.
A very clear voice tells me, I want to marry her.
I’m not playing around.
I’m serious
After all, I did put my heart into it for so many years
I want to see her in loose pajamas hugging her feet while watching a movie on the carpet.
me
I also want to see her pouting and saying “I don’t know how to cook, Ethan can you please help Even more, I want her petite form curled up in my arms, blushing and calling me a scoundrel at the slightest sweat nothing.
The vivid, adorable, wonderful
Sophia.
In our shared home.
I want to be with her forever.
Thinking of this, I dial her number. It says the phono is turned off
Something doesn’t feel right.
Task in the group and they say she’s probably just tired and went to bed early, after all a wedding is a big production. Maybe that’s it.
I send a message in the group: [I’m getting married tomorrow, none of you are allowed to not show up]
[Not running away anymore, bro?]
[Haha, Bro Ethan was just joking, how could he really not go through with it? If he really ran, where would his pride be?]
I turn off my phone, imagining how beautiful Sophia will look in her wedding dress.
It’s just a pity that custom–made dress got ruined.
But it doesn’t matter, shall be the most beautiful bride no matter what she wears.
I think, Ethan, from now on put away those petty thoughts and unresolved feelings, and just live a good life with her.
