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OK, I guess it's a series now, lol. I wrote a few more drabbles that continue the story started in "Best Man" and "The Groom". Read those before you read these:

Part One

http://community.livejournal.com/wl_fanfiction/226428.html#cutid1

Part Two

http://community.livejournal.com/wl_fanfiction/227512.html#cutid1

I didn't title the individual drabbles this time, just identified who's "speaking". When they're done I guess I'll smoosh them all into one story titled Wedding Day. So, here are parts 3-5:


Colin

She cried.
 
Not right away. First she unleashed a flood of abuse, words I’d never heard her use, but that I knew I deserved. So I took it, even holding up my hand to silence the minister, who tried to intervene, back in his little office. Is that what they call the place in the church where a minister… does what he does when he’s not preaching from the altar?
 
When she ran out of words, she waited for me to say something, to tell her this was all just a nightmare.
 
I couldn’t say anything.
 
That’s when she cried. 


Colin
 
I don’t know where she went. To her family, I suppose, as I remained, my eyes avoiding the minister’s bewildered stare. In all his years of preaching, I imagine he’s never encountered a scene like this one. Finally, he leaves, murmuring about some time alone.
 
I’ve lost all awareness of time, until I look up and notice it’s getting dark outside. I rise heavily and make the return trip down the aisle past empty pews, with no triumphant music and no bride on my arm.
 
Ryan is waiting for me, alone, the end of his cigarette glowing in the dusk.


Ryan

Everyone else is gone.
 
I’d fled as soon as the minister hurried the bride and groom elect out of sight, out to the church steps, where I sank down and lit a cigarette with shaking hands.
 
She’d run past me, her family close behind. They’d all piled into the waiting limousines, and the bewildered chauffers drove them away.
 
The guests left slowly, once they realized that it wasn’t some bizarre joke. They looked at me curiously as they passed. I ignored them all.
 
I'm down to my last cigarette when Colin finally appears, looking drained.
 
We stare at each other.
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