16/12/2025
Very Interesting Story
Kelly watched as Jessica walked down the aisle, her expression unreadable. His gaze flickered to Michael, who stood at the altar, eyes locked on his bride. From the outside, it looked like a perfect moment—timeless, filled with love.
But Kelly knew better. He knew the weight of doubt when he saw it. From the night before, he knew Michael was disturbed. Sleep hadn’t come easy; he’d been pacing the hotel suite for hours, his thoughts circling like vultures.
He spoke in broken phrases—mistake, obligation, what if—each one a shard of the doubt that had been gnawing at him for weeks.
Kelly had tried to ground him, to remind him of the years he’d spent with Jessica, the steady love she gave him, the life they were about to begin.
But Michael hadn't been listening. His eyes were distant, fixed on something far beyond the window—like he was watching his future unravel before it had even begun.
Now, standing by the altar, Michael looked the part of the groom—polished, proud, present. But Kelly could still see it: the faint tremble in his fingers, the way his smile didn't quite reach his eyes.
Jessica reached the altar. Michael took her hands. And Kelly held his breath. He swallowed hard, adjusting the cuffs of his suit. The tightness in his chest wasn’t just for Michael. It was for himself...
From Seven Ways to Fall.
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