Dreamer

HIS POV

'I have someone I want you to meet.'

That's all it took to start this feeling; an understated suggestion from a friend I wasn't expecting to hear on my first day of college, already nervous and timid. We were meant to be young, dumb and clueless for all the summers that past and all that would be, although now; it seemed from watching her intently over the last hour as she prepared herself for one of the most important days of her life, that we'd simply grown out of the phase we'd both cherished so much.

From close up, although feeling so distant and afar from what was happening, I couldn't help but take note of how her tanned skin was romantically highlighted by the off-white gown she wore; layers of soft chiffon hugging at her waist and pooling onto the floor, sweeping gracefully across from side to side with every step she took in the most tender of fashions. Her hair had been swept back, pinned off her face and her lips were stained by the faintest of red hues which had also begun to swell at the apples of her cheeks every time she smiled. A color that reminded me of our first kiss.

Straightening my back to stand a little taller as she glanced my way, I adjusted the bowtie around my neck, hearing from somewhere behind me that the ceremony was to begin within minutes and feeling fit and proper for the occasion after much hesitation on the 'dilemma', I dusted my wrists off where two, plain silver cufflinks sat; nerves kicking in for a million wrong reasons as my gesture came to an end. Startled when I looked up to see her only inches away from where I stood, a short exhale escaping from between my lips and I knew she'd notice the hesitation of before she stepped in forward, a little closer; closing the gap between us. Her bridesmaids rushing around like a frenzy of chooks knowing it would soon be their heads held down on the chopping board gave air and humour to the situation and before I was able to rebut her actions, she reached out to take my hands. Her corsage slipping around her wrists that as the gentleman my mother brought me up to be, I fixed, with no qualms or uncertainty.

"You look, um..", at a loss for words, I began to mumble incoherent thoughts beneath my breath which sounded just like plain stuttering.

"Thanks", she whispered, taking the awkward fallen silence as a compliment I could only assume.

Her hands falling from within my own, my fingers traced lightly over the place where within the hour; this bride-to-be would have a ring sitting. A class of commitment, title and regret all locked into a single response I wasn't keen on hearing her say. Eyes still low, a touch on her behalf lifted my head so that mine would be looking into hers; the same shade and once guilt filled as my own, only now they sparkled with an passion I don't think I was yet prepared for her to experience. The smile on her face went from being to nonexistent, a worry washing across I felt accountable she shouldn't be expressing.

"What are you thinking about?", she asked quietly, a soft tug at my wrists to prove she wanted an answer. The closer I fell in toward her the more the sweet scent of jasmine she was coated in filled me entirely with a purposeful regret.
"It's nothing important", I lied quickly.

"Darling, are you ready?"

We both heard her father ask the question from the doorway across the room and spinning to meet him, she gestured 'just a moment' his way, as he obliged to deal with her requests, stepping outside to that we could finish our conversation.

"Now come on", she fired up with laughter from deep in her chest, the words spitting like fire from her tongue, "You're my best friend and well, even though I'm getting married I still value your opinion. You know I always have and always will."

She seemed sincere at the least, although the feeling of burning had been extinguished by a sentiment I wasn't sure of in the pit of my stomach told me not to lose hope.

"I um..", I choked on my own words again, wishing now as I cleared my throat to buy some time I'd just been able to keep my lips tight shut.

"All rise", we both heard the clergymen announce.

"Tell me", she forced through gritted teeth.

And although every single inch of my waking self didn't want to say what I'd just regretted, even inside my own head, with my own consequences chasing me down for what I couldn't tell was either better or for worse, I managed to somewhat build up the courage I'd lacked our entire friendship to within seconds, spilling what I'd be wanting to say not only now, but what felt like an entire lifetime.







"I think you're making a big mistake....."

Notes

Yay my first story! Hope you guys enjoy it, I got the idea last night during a movie I was watching - you'll find out who the POV belongs to in due time ;) until then though, subscribe and comment and tell me what you think xx