《The Lyrics That Defined Us.》happier.
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When the morning comes
When we see what we've become,
In the cold light of day we're a flame in the wind
Not the fire that we've begun,
Every argument, every word we can't take back
'Cause with the all that has happened
I think that we both know the way that this story ends
Then only for a minute
I want to change my mind
'Cause this just don't feel right to me
—
The trip went by in a jiffy. Eddy forgot about Brett the moment he woke up to Mary, caressing the beautiful diamond ring on her finger. He didn't even see him when they drove past the location where he was supposed to perform.
Every activity there with his friends and now fiancé was spent amazingly. He loved every second of it. His mind always wrapped itself how cute it could be to have a little Mary running around their house, shouting. Yes, it would be hectic when she would cry at the middle of the night, but hey, it counts up for the overload of cuteness.
They had returned now. Eddy was on the couch and Mary was in the kitchen making a cup of hot coffee for Eddy. "Darling shouldn't we cover up the sides of the these tables?" He heard a loud laughter from the kitchen. "Babe, we have months! Months! Wait, I don't even have a clear baby bump!!" Eddy smiled, yes he would look into the future too early. (Sometimes be very wrong, as his past prove)
The coffee for him was ready. And Mary came in with a paper card. It had all forms of scribbles on it. "What's this?"
Mary chuckled, "I talked to a lot people for marriage places, which match both our interests. You like a seaside and sunny marriage and I like a marriage in the evening. But do you know what? We are in luck!" Mary three her hands up and flopped onto Eddy's lap. Poor her, she wouldn't be able to do that in some months. "We have a solar eclipse coming up, wanna marry me during the eclipse? Day and night at the same time?" Marry batted her eyelashes, seductively. Eddy laughed, "That's amazing!" Mary knew Eddy agreed.
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Three weeks passed. Many, many arrangements were done. Soo-Lin helped them choose dresses. Rob helped them to find the correct people for catering. But every night a single thought plagued Eddy's mind. He knew one last thing was left, except the actually wedding of course. Their wedding was in one and a half weeks. The cards were printed. During the course of all this, he ofcourse had to talk to his parents. They had changed. They seemed very happy. They even bought presents for the little one. Eddy felt more comfortable around them now. But something was still left.
And that was Brett.
With a huff, he sat down on his chair. He was alone that evening. Mary was at work. He opened his mail. He for a fact, knew that Brett's personal email had not been changed.
To:
From:
Topic: Mail regarding a wedding invite.
Hello.
I don't know what time it is where you are staying, so we have to make do with a hello. I hope you read this in perfect health, and that your family is doing great.
I am not sure if I should write this in informal speech or not. Since, we are not what we were.
My wedding is in almost is a week.
The date is: 27/x/20x1
I would be extremely happy if you, along with your husband and daughter would arrive. The venue is Madixon Gardenz, L.L.F. H. Beach, Southwest. The wedding will be at 4:30, at the time of the solar eclipse.
I don't know if you are in Australia or not. But if you are, I would be extremely pleased to see you at my wedding. If you want, maybe we could have a nice chat, reminiscing and all. But I don't know your current interests. If you wouldn't be able to attend, that is completely fine as well. But I would be happy if you would try.
We surely have grown up, and truthfully so, apart. But I guess there is no harm in trying to talk even if it's for one day. Also, the after-party may continue till late night. If you arrive, we can have a room reserved for your daughter.
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Give my best to your husband and daughter.
Sincerely,
A friend
Eddy
As he pressed the Enter button, his stomach flared up. Was his choice correct? Would he arrive? Would he even reply?
Mary arrived. "Baby? You alright?" Eddy nodded, "I- I just invited Brett." He couldn't lie. He would never lie to his soon to be wife. Mary understood, she dropped her bag and hugged Eddy. "It'll be fine. Don't worry too much. I know he will reply. He was a friend too. He has a self esteem. If he doesn't reply, I will lose all respect I have for him right now. But I know, he will reply."
They went to sleep after having an extremely delicious meal made by Mary. As Mary's neck bared itself for Eddy to kiss, his phone on the table, silently pinged a reply.
To:
From:
Topic: Reply regarding the wedding invite.
Hi.
Congratulations!
Yes, we've grown up and yes, apart. I feel really nice that you have decided to even tell me about your wedding. Knowing, I never did so.
I would like to apologise for that. I'm really sorry. Sorry is so small for every mistake I've done. After all that I've done and after what all have happened to us, I feel ashamed to even say thank you for this invite. I don't deserve this invite.
I've never deserved the kindness that you've given me. You, were always such a great friend, the best, the one of a kind and I was such a fool to not see it. To take you for granted.
Growing up I've fallen with bad company. The person I thought was good, yes, my husband, he was a devil. A demon hidden behind that face. Yes. We've broken apart. Edwina is not our daughter. She's mine.
And yes, I've named her after you. I've missed you but I know I don't deserve you anymore. After all the betrayal I've shown you, you shouldn't even send me this email in the first place. I know you've spend countless nights crying. Feeling betrayed. Feeling broken.
Karma people may call it. I've spent those too. I now know how much it hurts. I've now been betrayed, broken, torn apart, cheated on, abused. I know calling you and apologising won't help a bit. Not even a little bit.
The scars I've placed on our relationship can never be healed. And we, however sad, will always be like this. Two halves of a whole. Two different chapters of a book.
I will always remember you and I know you will too.
And I have to apologise for one more thing. My position in the orchestra has restricted me to very limited trips and travels. I have a performance in a week and can't travel to Brisbane no matter how much I want to.
My daughter, really wants to meet you. She knows everything about you. But I'm afraid we have to wait. Months and years even. We have a whole new row of events and for me it is very hectic.
Pathetic, I remember how you used to stop me from overworking. Now there's no one for me to do so. I am really sorry for how ever much trouble and pain I've caused you.
I wanted to apologise that night in person. At the party. But by ex-husband stopped me from doing so. He hurt me very bad after that night. Restricted me from calling you, or anyone in general.
I deserve the pain life is giving me. I didn't realise gold when I had it. I only did realise, when I lost it. You are worth a lot. Mary is extremely lucky to have you. You deserve every bit of her. You deserve happiness. And you deserve the little one too.
Yes, I was at the bakery and at the same hotel.
But I didn't want to ruin your mood. You seemed so happy. So very happy. There was no way I could ruin that smile.
I'm sorry Eddy.
But thank you.
Thank you very much.
Maybe we can meet someday, when we are both free. Maybe we can find that little spark in our friendship again.
Give my best to everyone.
Sincerely,
B
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