Megan 5- Will or won’t


    I have trouble getting out of bed on my own wedding day. I was upte with Darrien, cleaning up the


    mess Bemy made in the kitchen. I think he’s been in his office pretty much all night, although I heard


    him stomping up the stairs a few minutes ago. I quickly shower and let Lauran in. She is awesome at


    hair and makeup and agreed to help us get ready today. Only a few minutes after she arrives, Ryan


    turns up. Early, which is odd for her. Particrly since I know she had ate night. I hug her and


    immediately drag her into getting ready. She


    looks as tired as I feel so Lauran has her work cut out for her.


    Hourster, our hair and makeup are done and I’m struggling to button my dress. I call Ryann in to


    help. She seems to be struggling with something. She looks conflicted and she’s opened her mouth to


    say something at least three times.now then not gone through with it.


    Ry? What is it? It is because of my brother again? He messaged earlier, he’s already headed down to


    the hall.” I feel bad for making her deal with him and I still feel like their fight is kind of my fault.


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    “No, for once this has nothing to do with him, well not directly anyway. I… I wanted to tell you


    something, but I’m worried about how you’re going to react.” Well that doesn’t sound good. She isn’t


    pulling out of the wedding is she?


    “What is it?” We head back into my room and she clutches my hand tightly. I can tell that


    she’s shaking and it’s making me even more nervous.


    “You shouldn’t get married today.” She blurts out.


    “Tristan isn’t your fate. He’s already met the person he’s fated to be with but it isn’t you. The reason


    your brother bought me here was to try and get more information on him and to confirm what he


    already suspected because he doesn’t trust Tristan. They’re fated to be


    enemies. I was there the day Tristan proposed and because you’re meant to be my friend I wrote you a


    note telling you that he isn’t right for you and left it in your bag, but you didn’t find it. Bemy did. We


    wanted to get proof about Tristan, find some kind of evidence that he’s doing something wrong which is


    why neither of us said anything to you, but we haven’t been able to. So now there’s nothing else I can


    do but to ask you, beg you, to please trust me.


    He isn’t the one for you. I’m so sorry I waited this long to say something. I should have told you from


    the start but I was so.caught up in my own emotions I just didn’t know what to do.”


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    I need a second to process this. I pull away from Ryann and start to pace. I’m upset that she didn’t tell


    me this. But I’m more upset that I’m not… more upset. I think deep down I knew that Tristan isn’t right


    for me, why else would I be getting so jealous of Ryann and Bemy, at least I was before they were


    fighting. No, if anything, I feel relieved. I couldn’t admit it to myself but I’ve wanted to end things with


    Tristan for a while but I couldn’t think of a single good REASON. Ryann has finally given me one. I


    keep my back to her when I ask, feeling a little ashamed of myself.


    “Ryann, did you ever wonder why I haven’t asked you about my own thread or fate?”


    “I always assumed it was because you were already sure of Tristan.” I whirl and face her.


    “That’s the same thing that I told myself. That I didn’t need to ask because I already knew. But, that’s


    not true. I never asked because I was scared you would say what you just said. That you would tell me


    I’ve messed up, wasted thest year and a half of my life on a man who isn’t right for me. He is just so


    perfect, we’ve never fought or yelled at each other. Everything has always been so easy with him.” I


    sigh. I should have known better. Nothing is that easy. It was only easy because I don’t care enough to


    argue. I suspect he doesn’t either.


    “No one has ever said anything negative about him, until this moment I couldn’t think of a single reason


    why I might not be in love with him. I’ve been perfectlyfortable.” I copse backwards into my bed,


    suddenly exhausted..


    “But watching you and Bemy, I’ve been starting to think that’s a problem. Comfortable is good, great


    even. Butfortable doesn’t challenge me, doesn’t encourage me to be better. I’ve been thinking that


    never fighting might not be a sign ofpatibility but rather a signi that there is no passion, for


    anything, including each other.” Ryann is staring at me in shock. I suppose she expected a different


    reaction.


    “What are you going to do?” She asks.


    “I’m done lying to myself. I need to tell Tristan I can’t get married today. It’s going to be hard. I’d be lying


    if I said I don’t care about him. Ten minutes ago I had every intention of marrying him. I guess I just


    needed… permission. Permission to change my mind. Or maybe just support to do what I want.” I


    confess.


    “What can I do to help?” Ryann immediately offers and I appreciate her so much.


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    “Help me out of this dress? It definitely sends the wrong message. Then we need to get over to the


    wedding so I can apologise to Tristan. Could you maybe call Bemy, let him know?” 1 say


    thoughtlessly then immediately regret it.


    “Never mind, I can do that 1-” She interrupts me.


    “I can call him.” She tells me firmly. I let out a sigh of relief. Finally, it looks like things are changing. No


    more being stuck in this endless loop of nothing.


    Bemy returns and Ryann heads out to speak with him. I take a minute topose myself. I have no


    idea what I’m going to say to Tristan, or to everyone else for that matter. They are probably all waiting


    for me already. I step into the hall and I take a minute to lecture


    Bemy. He couldn’t have mentioned something sooner? With my brother and my best friend at my


    side, I head to my wedding. We pause at the doors.


    “Wait here? I think I need to do this myself.” Bemy looks unhappy with this n, but after a nce at


    Ryann he agrees.


    “Well, here I go.” I slip through the doors, trying not to draw attention to myself. I’d like a chance to tell


    Tristan without everyone watching, but I’m not that lucky. The door squeaks. and everyone turns to look


    at me. One look at my casual clothes artd they know something is wrong. I freeze up in the doorway as


    I see the horror and disappointment on everyone’s faces. Maybe I should have had Ryann and Bemy


    come with me. Just one person. I just need one person to look supportive. I look around the room until


    my eyesnd on Darrien. We make eye contact and he doesn’t look horrified like everyone else. He


    just gives me a sad smile and nods his head. I let out a sigh of relief. I can do this. I hurry down the


    aisle to where Tristan


    is waiting for me..


    “I’m so sorry Tristan. But… I can’t do this. Can we go somewhere and talk?” I ask. I expect him to be


    upset, or angry. I don’t expect him to react violently. Heshes out and before I can react, he smacks


    me across the face, making me stumble back a few steps. Darrien is at my side in a second and


    growling angrily. I re at Tristan.


    “Stand down.” I order, putting every bit of dominance I have behind the words. But dammit, he might


    not be my soul mate, but he is my equal in dominance. He stares back at me defiantly and I can feel


    the pressure as we both stare at each other. Neither one of us willing


    to give.