They exited the chapel, husband and wife, he watched from the shadows, expressionless. He was supposed to be the one who said I do, but instead, it was his best friend. She hadn’t even bothered with an apology, just a simple shrug of the shoulders and lame excuses; we weren’t meant to be, it’s for the best…. and him, Mitch, his best friend?! He hadn’t even faced him! Nothing! Not a word!
He clenched his fists and his wet grasp tightened around the revolver. He hadn’t decided which one of them he’d shoot first.
He shakily raised his hand.
“Don’t do it Jack!”
He spun around stunned, and saw Lucy, his next door neighbour.
He didn’t know how, but she managed to dissuade him from making the biggest mistake of his life. Lucy, the unattractive girl whom he’d silently laughed at, mocking the freckles on her nose as a permanent case of the measles. She however had loved him from afar, seen him fall in love, his heartbreak and followed him here.
Sitting in the cafe, still trembling slightly, watching her walk over with the coffee, he realized that the freckles actually looked like crumbled stars, sprinkled delicately across her face.