Friday, November 27, 2015

Guest Fiction Series: I Used To Love Her, Part 1

For a few months, will be taking four guest authors #fromblogtobook. Each week you'll be able to read a new installment from unique aspiring authors. This tale is from Angelica Bryant. Enjoy!

Left foot. Right foot. Walk. Just keep walking.
Breathe. Keep walking.
Where are my keys?
Keep walking. Don’t do that. Don’t cry.
Step. You can do this. Don’t look at him. You can do this. You have to
I put my car into reverse and finally found the courage to look up through streaming tears.  He made his way to the edge of the driveway. I looked upon the face whose curves I’d kissed more times than I’d like to remember. The familiar stare that had once filled my body with sultry flames now made my blood run cold. I slowly pulled away from the curb, shaking, but resolved to see this through.  I couldn't keep stringing him along.  I would put him out of my mind, my life… my heart. I haphazardly shoved my shades onto my face but not before the tears fell; and not before I saw him mouth my name one last time.
I left him, teetering on the edge of a driveway and insanity; and I was sure, at any moment, any second, my heart was going to burst right out of my chest to go back where it belonged—his hands.
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Part I
“Chloe! Chloe!! Snap out of it!! Did you hear me, what do you think?”
I looked up at my baby sister; standing there in bridal couture. She looked angelic.
“Leslie, you look amazing.  It's beautiful.”
And so was she; a true beauty inside and out.  I count myself blessed to be able to call her not only sister but a friend. Leslie would soon be walking down the aisle, and I couldn’t be happier for her and my soon to be brother, Miles. Well, maybe I could.  Broken hearts are hard pressed to share in the joy of others.  If only I could get that moment out of my mind…
Leslie smiled and smoothed the satin draping her petite frame. “This is the one. I feel it.”
Don’t get me wrong; as maid of honor and loving big sis, I’m thrilled for them, really I am. To find THAT one and commit to that love is… well, it's indescribable. I see it when I look at them together; I see the way he looks at her.  I remember a time when I thought I’d found that…  he looked at me like there was only me and there only would ever be.

Why doesn't your heart do what your mind tells it to?  I should be here, with my sister, giddy and excited over tulle & lace, but instead I'm lost in my thoughts.  All this wedding planning has gotten me totally in my feelings.

It's been two years.  I ended it.  I moved on... well I tried.
Stop it.
“Yes, I think you have. It’s perfect Les.”
We sipped champagne to celebrate; FaceTimed, our mother who, away on vacation, demanded that she still be clued in on ALL the wedding craziness.  Leslie scheduled future fittings and handed over a small fortune while I willed myself to relax.  I made it through dress shopping with my sanity; and as any maid-of-honor can tell you, that's no small feat.  I let the bubbly go to my head as I pushed thoughts of Chase into the back corners of my mind.

Just as we hugged Monte (Leslie’s consultant) goodbye the elevator opened for his next appointment.
Glass shatters
Leslie- Chloe!?
I’m so sorry I –
Monte- let me call maintenance. No honey it's fine, are you alright?
Had no one seen them come in? Pull it together Chloe.  
Monte had mentioned his next appointment was for a groom and his groomsmen; he gossiped about the welcome change of pace and the handsome groom he’d get the pleasure of fitting. Never in a million years would I have guessed...
There he stood. Same face. Same curve to his same smile. My name rolling off of those lips… the same way it had at the edge of his driveway almost 2 years ago.
And just like that, the walls around us all started to crumble; similar to those that I had painstakingly constructed around my broken heart.  I had simultaneously waited for and avoided this moment ever since I'd foolishly walked away from a man I loved more than I cared to admit;  A man who didn't deserve the pain he would have felt if I'd stayed.  A man whose face I thought I would never see again.
Here. Now.
“….Hello Chase.”
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Angelica is a creator/writer living & loving in Atlanta, GA 


Anonymous said...

Angelica Bryant is a captivating writer. I cant wait to read more.

Unknown said...

Thank you anonymous! check back each week for more from Chloe!