Post by anabeth on Feb 17, 2012 23:58:31 GMT -5
Laughter is a beautiful thing. The joyous sound of simply making another happy is one thing that I would never give up. But - after a while - the tears come and the past journey of what has happened begins to unfold around you. Then you realize you would give anything to become that happy once again.
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"Brynne, I would be delighted to introduce you to my son, Markus. Markus, this is my co-worker's beautiful daughter, Brynne Donnell." I was instantly met with the face of a stout, teenage boy. Like his father, he was smiling. However, there was no other sign on his features that marked genuine.
"Hello Brynne. It's nice to meet you," Markus extended his hand out politely. I shook it, noting that it was unusually cold. The boy's features were tolerable - he was certainly attractive, but his gait came off as repellent. He looked just about as happy as I was. "What a wonderful wedding, was it not?"
I was slightly surprised he was attempting to make small talk. "Yes. I don't really know the bride or groom personally, but I do wish they have a lovely life together," I said automatically. Honestly, I only came because my mother had bribed me to make an appearance. I was pretty sure she didn't know the newlyweds either. She was probably the co-worker to the aunt of the groom's best man or something similar.
Markus nodded absentmindedly, as if he was already uninterested with the conversation. It was fine with me, we pretty much shared the same views about each other.
"Well, I'm bored out of my mind," he said monotonously as soon as his father redirected his gaze from us. "If my Da asks, tell him I said we had a grand ol' time together. I'm going to see if I can skive this place." He gave me a curt nod before walking off in the other direction.
As happy of an atmosphere weddings had, it was really hard to join in when the bride and groom were complete strangers. I couldn't blame Markus for wanting to 'skive' off. I would have, too, but unfortunately I was less sly then he made out to be.
Buzz. Buzz.
As soon as I heard the vibrations of my phone, I took it out of the god-awful clutch I was forced to bring. When I saw the name of the caller - ID, I was filled to the brim with anxiety.
From Keith: guess whos bck in town? :-D ring me when u get this message, im gunna go out for a wee surf. x
I let out a laugh. He was back. Granted, we were always talking on the phone since he left for Wales, but it was a different feeling to simply see him. Even the technology wasn't enough.
As I watched the people around me communicate with each other, I could only think of one thing. No matter how much I was reared into the way I was supposed to be, it was impossible not to go back to where I was the most happy, even if it was a person my parents could not tolerate. In my case, it was Keith.
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A/N. This was just a little introduction to a story I am still trying to make up in my head. Thoughts? Questions? Concerns? I'd be happy to hear from you.