Andrews finally received the card.
It was from Bethany. After so many year, around two decades, he was finally hearing from her. Was she still the same? With hazel jolly eyes, and pink kissable lips he always remembered her in?
Or was she changed, to be more mature, gloomy, sad, pale, heartbroken without his love for all these years? Or had she gotten over the fact that they were once planning to get married, decision all marred by disapproval of their parents, and the sudden demise of her brother killed by his own sweetheart. He looked down at his engagement ring.
Yes, he too was soon to tie the knot, and had already promised a marriage to Francezka. Unhappily. He still hadn't gotten over the fact that he had once loved someone else, someone who was so close, and yet is, yet miles apart. But he knew, he had to move on. No matter how much he cried, he wouldn't get her back. Might be she too loved him still, but circumstances at times prevent you from doing what you want.
Yet he never wanted to hurt the poor soul of Francie. Good at heart, docile, good natured- he couldn't think of spoiling her life because of the past, which he couldn't get over. Especially with all the love Francie gave to him, with his engagement already over, thinking about telling her the truth, leaving her heartbroken completely, shattered, enough never to let her believe in love ever again was not what he was capable of doing.
But what now? When suddenly a letter arrives, rather a card. It was quite amazing how she still remembered his birthday. Perhaps God wanted them to reunite, yet a feeling of guilt of deceiving Francezka was what hurt him the most.
He would tell her, if need be, that he wants to go back to his first love, and that he has never been able to get over it. It was better to reveal the truth now than to let her suffer throughout the life, making her live with the truth that she was the second woman in his life.
His heart leapt, he had made the decision, he would tell Fracie, no matter what. Bethany still remembered him, that's all he wanted. He was around in his forties, and he knew who to choose between, grown up enough to make his own decisions.
He slowly opened the letter.
An Invitation card, it was.
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You are cordially invited
to celebrate the wedding of
Bethany Christison
with
Jayden Curtis
On Tuesday afternoon,
2nd April, 2013
at 4 o'clock, evening
Road 3,
Banquet Halls
R.S.V.P
~~~~
with a number below it, to contact.
Shattered completely, he tore it apart, replying,
"Dear Bethany,
I would have been glad to attend your wedding, but I decline the invitation with regret as I too, am tying the knot on the same day to Fracezka, my fiancee. Hope your wedding goes well, wish you a very happy married life!
Best Wishes,
Andrews."
He heaved a sigh of relieve, no guilt, no remembrance of what was already bygone. He happy sent it to her, ready to turn over a new leaf of his life, with his soon-to-be-bride, lovely and lovable, Francezka, fondly called by him, "Francie".
