Unrequited love

 Aaron's pov:

She looked breathtaking in that white dress — all glittery and shimmering, shining brighter than the sun that was hovering above.

The wind tugged at her hair, swaying her wavy brown locks toward her pretty face. Flowers everywhere — pink roses, her favorites.

Although this was supposed to be a happy day, I could not suppress the feeling hidden beneath my smile. “I'm so pathetic.” A sense of defeat rose within me, mixed with flickers of anger and mortification.

Reaching the altar, she took the hand that awaited her and stood beside her beloved. Jealousy thawed in me, making my heart race faster than before. I tore my gaze away, afraid of what my thoughts might make me do.

Instead, I stared down at my only beam of light and hope — Ellie, my younger sister.Her eyes sparkled with awe as she stared at the bride. “Hannah looks so beautiful,” she bubbled excitedly. I couldn't disagree, for I thought the same.

The priest held the microphone to his mouth, ready to officiate their marriage.I took that as my cue to leave — to slip away before my broken heart betrayed me completely.

Hannah and I had been best friends since the sixth grade, and now she was getting married.

And it’s quite obvious that I’ve been in love with her, although it’s too late, because she is in love with someone else — someone who isn’t me.

My heart ached because every beat still belonged to her, and I had never told her so. “If I had confessed my love,” I wondered, “would anything have been different?” That question echoed in my mind again and again as I walked away.

Hey guys! Here’s another little story I wrote. Just to clear up the confusion — these are all small random scenarios that pop into my mind. They’re not connected, and each one has different characters.

Hope that makes things clear! Enjoy the story, and don’t forget to drop a comment😊