Cry


    “THE BRIDE AND THE GROOM ARE MAKING THEIR ENTRANCE!” The emcee’s voice shouted


    and only the apuse of the people remained in my ears.


    Thedy dressed like me emerged from behind a lengthy curtain as if to give the impression that


    she was the more bride-to-be. She was clutching Andrius’ arm while holding a bouquet. Andrius


    wore a tie bow with his hair well-coiffed. It was formal, and not a single hair was visible. I didn’t learn


    to talk until the man next to me did.


    “They look so good together,” he said as he took out a camera from somewhere and shot a photo of


    the two people who were already on stage. Andrius’ smile was genuine. He didn’t give me that


    same smile he gave to the same woman while they were inside the restaurant.


    I watched as he smiled and looked at the woman holding the white roses that perfectly matched


    what she was wearing. I wanted to tear my clothes, as I suddenly felt like I was nk. My heart


    seemed numb. It was as if it had been stabbed repeatedly until I lost blood on purpose.


    “Yeah,” I answer while not in myself and not taking my eyes off them. “They look good together.”


    As the photos are captured, the cameras light up one after the other. The woman’s happiness is


    reflected in her smiles. It felt as though I were a stumbling block to Andrius’ personality. I keep


    asking myself, “Who am I in Andrius’ life?” I’ve asked myself this question countless times, but I


    can’te up with a negative response.


    What is the state of our rtionship? Is there a connection? He brought out his ring as the audience


    apuded. When he ced it on, my tears began to pour without me being aware of it.


    “Andrius Easton, are you willing to be with Beatrice Scott for the rest of your life?” I could see him


    looking at me. Suddenly, his expression changed. We both avoided looking at each other.


    I thought it was just an engagement party? Why does it seem like a wedding is already happening?


    “I do.”


    Because I couldn’t take it anymore. I went away and I couldn’t say goodbye to the man I was with at


    the time. My heart simply couldn’t handle it any longer. Even though I had control over it a few


    times, it eventually gave up. Nobody seemed to notice my exit. I had no idea Andrius had seen me


    go. I dashed to the spot. I’ll be where no one can see me. No one can hurt me here.... even though I


    know someone will still see me and I will continue to be punished by the world.


    Eventually, I still went back to where the ne hadnded earlier. It was connected to the building,


    so I had no trouble finding it. I don’t know where I’m going to sit. Finally, I just sat on the floor even


    though my dress would get dirty. I could do nothing but just like this. I did not avoid the mosquitoes


    that bit me; I hid in the dark and shed my tears.


    I was just thinking that even if I could be alone for a while, however, someone suddenly sat next to


    me. Because I was on my knees, I didn’t look at who it was. I just kept sobbing until I saw a


    handkerchiefid out for me.


    “I should use that, but it looks like you need it more.” I immediately recognized that voice, so I


    quickly took the handkerchief and released the cold that had hit my nose. I heard his loudugh


    before he touched my back and then caressed it as if he wasforting me.


    I didn’t know how, but I calmed down. I used to think that only Andrius could calm me down.


    “Doesn’t it hurt? Seeing the person you love exchange rings in front of arge crowd. There is more


    than one witness, many eyes, therefore you can’t escape getting wounded more since that is what


    will imprint on the minds of many people.” I raised my attention to him when he uttered the words


    out of nowhere. I mean, that makes sense because it applies to my situation, but I’m curious why he


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    As he sat, he gazed into the distance.


    “That woman is a childhood friend of mine. In my return, I thought, waiting was finally done. The


    more I waited for her, the better my chances of winning her were. But I was mistaken.” He trembled,


    and I was taken aback as he rested his head on my shoulder. “I was the one who was surprised


    because when I got off the ne, I just found out that the person I want is close to marrying


    someone else.”


    “But what else can we do?” he said, still not removing his head from leaning. “ept that they are


    content where they are.”


    I instantly understood what he had said. Is it only me who is bing selfish? Maybe Andrius just


    feels I’m his responsibility, that he can’t leave me, and that he could not throw me away. It’s difficult


    to imagine the term “throw.”


    “So, you wipe away your cold and your ugly cry!” he said. I’m simply paying attention, don’t you


    think? Why does heugh so much? He got up and helped himself up after removing his lean on


    me. I didn’t get up and let him walk away, but I did yell before he go.


    “It’s not bad to cry when it hurts! Even if you go through that withughter, the pain will not go


    away!” I winked at him to cheer him up, but he just smiled with pain at me. Before he finally left, he


    spoke.


    “Stand there, your fetch is here.”