34| cries (pt. 4)

Damon

"You know I be lying if I don't feel nothing at all"

"I'm still a mess, oh since you left. If I you're happy I'm happy for you." -Little Mix, A Mess (happy for you)

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I'm still a mess, oh since you left.  If I can't be happy, happy with you I'll be

Everything that I said was the opposite of what I wanted to say. Last night I slept late 'cause all I could possibly think about was her getting married to him.

It pained me.

I watched her as she weeped on her mother's grave. It was obviously rude to listen in but she was the one who insisted I be closer to her. I think back to that whole month I had and never took that time to spent with her.

You can't be seriously

When I got inside her room, everything had stopped as all as I saw that years streaming down her face. A part of me thought she was second guessing her decision with this wedding. Was she willing? Would she if wasn't for me stopping her a month ago? I always wondered how things would've been if I never told her all of those.

Knowing that sounded like a selfish brother... a side of me didn't and still doesn't want her to marry Aaron but for her happiness, I would definitely and wholeheartedly  risk my happiness for hers. That's only the percentage everything I'm willing to do for her.

Maybe for this moment we aren't meant to be,  maybe.

But maybe in the afterlife we can be together. Maybe if I had fought harder and done more, or if we hadn't met under those circumstances, maybe. But the little things you can change I'm your past, affect you future. Good or badly.  Maybe I was serving my punishment for letting her go that night.

***

Melinoe

"Ika huh?" I rolled my eyes playfully and went ahead and engulfed her in a hug. "Yes Ika, what's so wrong about me saying it?"

"No nothing because it's either Niks or N you know. Ika was what Alicia used to call me,"

"I saw her."

"What?"

"As a hallucination." I said and she sighed with a frown. "Oh."

"You miss her don't you?" I said with a small smile. "I do," she answered sadly. "But she told me tell you she loves you," I said. "And I visited her, I came back from the cemetery."

"Final words as a single woman?" I sighed. "Yeah, it's crazy honestly. It's like time flew but stood still at the same time ,"

"It feels like yesterday when we were just kids," my eyes widen. "Don't say that."

"Why not?"

"It makes us sound old."  Ika snorted at this and we both burtsed out laughing and the sound of our laughs echoed in the room. "It's confirmed that our stupidity has never changed."

"One hundred percent," I said  And silence fell. "So you're actually getting married. Never thought I'd see the day." Ika said and I frowned. "What's that supposed to mean. "Specifically with Aaron Garcia."

"Well, here I am right?"

"Mel are you sure about all this? Look I'm not trying to get you to run off, or not even walk down the aisle, I'm not saying when the priest asks you question, I'm not pressuring you to say  'No, I don't' but neither do I want you to feel pressured in doing something because there's going to be a bunch of people, because you feel pressured because all we want as your family, is to be happy. And I don't want you to be in an unhappy relationship with a person you just felt like marrying, just for sake of it no. I don't want to see that" she paused. "I love you too much and if he does anything to hurt you, again, I swear this time you won't be able to stop me." She finished off and I chuckled.

"I'm being serious." She said and I knew she was. "Yeah, yeah, love you too Ika."

"So are you ready to get ready?"

"I'm ready to get ready." I smiled.

***

Erik finished off the makeup with some soft nude lipstick.

"Are you ready to see how you look?"

"I'm ready," I answered with a grin. Erik, my makeup artist, spun the chair and I came face to face with my reflection. I small gasp escaped me as I took a look at the person who everybody called Melinoe and I almost didn't recognize her. "Holy mother Of God, oh my- gurl, you look stunning. What the hell." Ika complemented.

I smiled at this stood up from the chair. "The beauty doesn't end." I heard Jackson say. My wedding dress was still the same. It had a deep V neck open back and a sweet heart neck line with a sparkly belt thing that didn't go all around. The rest of it wasn't anything poofy, in fact, it was the opposite. It was a see threw, slit bottom.

My caramel skin was exposed and there was a necklace of there was a silver holy cross on my chest, and it was paired with a white heel of Chanel.

My hair was up in a knee bun and I just smiled at my reflection.

A knock on the door snapped me out of daze and Jackson went ahead and opened it. When the door opened, there stood my dad, in a black and white tuxedo with a smile on his face.

"My little girl,"