Love Fragile Threads

Chapters 1 Reluctantly changing my tie for the third time, I stood at the Grand Ballroom's entrance. Weddings usually made me feel a little awkward; this one was no different. The room was filled with elaborate decorations and bustle of conversation, a far cry from the calm anarchy inside my head. I looked about the room, my eyes looking for familiar faces, when they rested on someone I hadn't seen in years. Amy." My heart st missed a beat. She seemed even more lovely than I could recall. Her green eyes gleamed with the same warmth I'd fell for as a child, and her auburn hair flowed in waves over her shoulders. I inhaled deeply then headed for the table she was seated at. Fate seems to have seated us together. "Chris? Is you that? Amy's eyes grew startled as I got closer. "It's me," I said, a smile lighting across my face. "It's been some time, Amy." We caught up and reminisced about our early exploits and the routes our lives had followed since then late into the evening Amy's laugh was contagious, and I found myself pulled to her even more than I had been as a boy. The link between us got stronger as the evening went on. We felt as though the room consisted of just two persons. As the celebration started to fade, she murmured gently, "Let's not lose touch again." Yes, I said, passing her my phone so she could input her number. "I'd missed this." Amy and I were inseparable that evening and going forward. Together, we discovered secret treasures in Los Angeles, discussed our dreams, and developed feelings of love. I soon came to see I could not picture my life without her. So, a few months later, I asked her to wed me in a peaceful park under starry heavens. And she answered yes. Our wedding preparations fit like bits of a jigsaw. Around us, friends and relatives assembled eager for our big day. Up until it wasn't, everything was flawless. My best friend Mark had scheduled an extravagant night out for my bachelor's party. We visited numerous places, the beverages ran freely, and the evening soon turned a blur. I recall laughing and dancing and then... nothing. I woke up in an unfamiliar room the next morning, a splitting headache hammering in my temples. Turn over, and my heart dropped. Beside me there slept Felicia, Amy's younger sister. Her eyes opened and she stared as startled as I did. " Christopher, what... what happened? " She stammered. Sitting up, I tried to put the bits of the previous evening together. I said, panic building in my chest, "I'm not sure." It cannot be occurring this way. The face of Felicia went white. We are unable to tell Amy. She would be destroyed by it. My brain whirled. Although what I had done shocked me, Felicia was right. Telling Amy would bring about catastrophe. No matter the cost, I had to figure out how to bury this truth. My remorse weighed more as the days went by. Amy kept meticulously organizing our wedding, blissfully ignorant of the storm building underfoot. Every time I turned to face her, I felt like a fraud. I couldn't bring myself, though, to hurt her heart. My phone buzzed one afternoon as I sat in my office lost in contemplation. Felicia sent this: "We need to talk." See me at the café on Friday. I headed to the café and my tummy turned around. Felicia was already there, looking exactly as unhappy as I did. She whispered as I sat down, "We cannot keep this up, Christopher." The guilt is chewing me alive. "Do you consider me to be easy?" I snapped and instantly changed my voice. I cannot lose Amy; I love her. What then are our expected responsibilities? Felicia groaned as tears filled her eyes. "I am not sure. We cannot, however, disguise this always. The truth will then surface either sooner or later. Felicia's comments kept coming back to me as I strolled home that evening. The secret was a ticking time bomb, and soon it would blow up. For now, though, I had to concentrate on the wedding and hope somehow we could bury this. I stood by myself in my flat looking at my mirror the evening before the wedding. The man turned back at me seemed like a stranger. How had I let things spiral so far? Again, my phone buzzed, dragging me from my ideas. Amy sent a text saying, "I am excited to wed you tomorrow. More than words will say, I love you. Tears filled my eyes as I responded on a typewriter. "I love you too, Amy. More than everything else. When the wedding day came, everything was a haze of activity. Amy walked down the aisle looking amazing in her attire, her grin brilliant. But I had a knot of anxiety in my chest as I stood there waiting for her to come along. A disturbance started at the rear of the church just as the ceremony was ready to start. I turned to see Felicia racing in, her face pallid and desperate. "Wait, Amy!" Her voice shaking, she yelled out. "You really ought to know. The whole congregation stopped and turned to Felicia. Amy's smile faded as she turned between her sister and me, uncertainty and concern clearly on her face. " Felicia, what is it? " Her voice almost above a whisper, she asked. Felicia inhaled deeply, regret flickering across her gaze. "I apologies, Amy." Still, you have to know the truth. concerning Christopher and me. That night... My heart came to a stop. For this was it. The instant I had been fearing. Felicia's comments hung in the air, and I could see Amy's eyes reflecting agony and treachery. Our constructed existence and the future we had scheduled were all collapsing all around us. I started, my voice breaking, " amy, please." "It was a slip-off. I love you. You alone. Still, damage was done. Tears running down Amy's cheeks, her face twisted with pain. She turned and left the church, breaking off me there. As I watched her depart, each stride broke my heart. The visitors mumbled in disbelief, and I could feel their opinions weighing down on me. Felicia stood still while her own tears came freely. In that instant I understood I had lost everything. The future I had dreamed of, the lady I loved—all gone, slipping through my fingers. The truth of my deeds slammed down on me as I went to my knees. Now I had to pay for having turned on the one person who meant everything to me. There was no going back; the truth was out. Once so robust and vivid, the threads of our love have been frayed by my betrayal. And as I knelt there surrounded by the wreckage of my own making, I could only hope one day some way I may be able to fix what I had damaged. For now, though, all I could do was watch as the lady I loved vanished from my life, leaving only remorse and the brittle hope for atonement.