Shortly thereafter, Jack received her wedding invitation. It was to be held in two days. Heartbroken, he decided to attend and see her one last time. It was held at the same mansion where he had had that fateful lunch a few months ago. It was pleasantly sunny, and there was a slight breeze, Natasha had looked stunning when she'd walked down the aisle with her father. She was a vision in white. The gown beautifully yet modestly accentuated her curves makes Jack's mouth go dry at the sight of her. Her black hair was tied in a beautiful bun and a few wisps were around her face, making her look delicate. Black arches for brows, eyes looked down demurely, and her smiling red painted lips were enough to make many guests gasp. The veil was thin enough to reveal her slightly tanned, alabaster skin and the twin globes of red on her cheeks. She was happy. There was a contentedness about her. She didn't even look towards any of the guests, let alone Jack. She started to say her vows, hand-in-hand with the man she would spend her whole life with. But it wasn't him- Jack; he couldn't see it anymore.
And so, Jack walked away.
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One Fine Day
Short StoryA short story on remembrance and past loves. What happens when your childhood lover comes along, all after those years you've spent in agony wondering just what you did wrong, for them to leave you... Meet Jack and Natasha, one such ill-fated coupl...
