By that ti, I could tell that sothing was wrong, and that our eting didn't quite have the vibe of a joyous day like it normally had. I imdiately thought it was because he was stressed about work.
"Is there sothing that I can help you with? We might not work in the sa departnt, but it's not like I don't know what your work involves. I am willing to lend you a hand," I offered with an enthusiastic nod of my head.
"Abigail," Sam said my full na as he frowned slightly. The disturbed look on his face, along with the fact that he just called by my full na instead of my pet na, told that he was about to say sothing very important to .
Suddenly, I began looking all around with a mix of excitent and anticipation. I suddenly recalled all of our talks about getting married in the very near future, and I couldn't deny the possibility that popped up in my head.
Is he about to propose to right now?
“Yes?” I said questioningly.
“I...have sothing to tell you...” Sam said while still looking quite hesitant.
“Umm...I guess I have sothing to tell you too...” I said before I found the corners of my lips naturally lifting into a smile.
This is it...
I tried to take deep breaths to calm myself as I suddenly started feeling very emotional. It felt like I was on the verge of tears as I thought about the bright future that we would share. We would definitely get even busier if we had to prepare for our wedding on top of our busy jobs, but that didn't seem like a big obstacle at all. When we saved up enough money, we can finally get out own place and live together. We would have so much fun together decorating our house and going on dates. I stared into his eyes as I kept on smiling at the bright future that I saw of us together.
“Should we try saying it at the sa ti?” I suggested gleefully.
Sam just nodded his head but he seed even more nervous than before. As if we counted silently in our heads, we opened our mouths to say that we wanted to at precisely the sa ti.
“Yes, I’ll marry you,” I promised with all my heart.
"I think we should break up," Sam said as he stared coldly at .
What did he just say? Did I even hear him correctly?
"...What?" I whispered in disbelief.
"We should just break up, Abigail," he repeated.
Although I heard him loud and clear this ti around, I still couldn't believe what I was hearing. It was just so sudden, and he clearly caught off guard.
"No, I an why?" I managed to say while stuttering quite a lot.
My mind was in a ss and filled with endless unanswered questions. It was a real struggle for to keep my emotions under control so that we could continue talking.
He can't be serious, can he?
“I thought long and hard about it, and I think that it would be better for both of us this way," Sam replied quite coldly.
I couldn't understand him even though he sounded so reasonable about it. None of it made sense to . It can't make sense!
"This is just so kind of bad joke, right? Why are you saying these things? You can't be serious. We promised to get married," I voiced all the questions as I entered into a state of complete denial.
"Abigail, let's not make this any more complicated for us. We should just end it here," Sam said, and there was not an ounce of hesitation in his voice.
I was about to open my mouth to protest against this decision when suddenly soone else entered my field of vision. I looked up to see my dear friend Emily standing there.
"Oh, Emily..." I greeted her while feeling quite surprised that she suddenly turned up. Since the company that we worked at belonged to her father, it wasn't unusual for us to run into her in this neighborhood. Although, I had to say that she turned up at a very rotten ti.
"Sam and I are getting married next week," she announced before smiling smugly.
"What?" I asked after a mont of stunned silence.
First, it was Sam who said that he wanted to break up with , and then Emily turned up and announced that the two of them were getting married.
What is going on?
"I thought we agreed that you would leave it to to break things off with her," Sam turned to say to Emily.
"I guess, but it seems like she was having a hard ti understanding you," Emily said before smiling my way again. That was enough proof for that the two of them had been making a fool out of , and probably for a very long ti already.
I sat in silence as a cold void of emptiness welled up inside of . My chest felt tight, and tears threatened to spill from my eyes. It felt like I was about to have an emotional breakdown, and the only thing that was keeping from bursting out into tears right in front of them was my pride.
"Oh, by the way, you are invited to our wedding," Emily said as she slid a rosy pink envelope my way. I knew without a doubt that the envelope contained their wedding invitation.
"Well, this is a little insulting. I had thought that maybe I would make it onto your list of bridesmaids," I said before slowly standing up from my seat.
Since they went through the trouble of inviting to their wedding, I decided to turn up. If nothing else, seeing the two of them getting married will probably give proper closure.
That evening I returned ho alone with a broken heart and without my usual friend to turn to. I had always felt thankful for living with my mother, and tis like these only highlighted the importance of our close bond. I wiped my tears away and reapplied so of my makeup so that I would appear fine.
–To be continued...
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