Reccing Notes: Ever wonder why the wedding from hell went through, even with Chloe's strong feelings somewhere else? This drabble, written for my prebirthday by a very talented writer, may answer it.
250 words, pg, bride
by eklipsed at her livejournal
She felt she liked carrying him with her, inside her, in places that haven't been inhabited in a long time.
It started with memory loss and beautiful butterflies.
She couldn't help her bright smile.
It was easy because she didn’t have to lie about the answers to questions he never asked with his voice or eyes or suspicious movements.
She touched her fingers to her mouth, worn out by untruths and unfaithful feelings, they tingled with his ghostly lips as she tried to recall what he was to her.
It was something important, she knew.
It was a burden.
Like loving someone often is, he was her burden though he was lighter than Clark and even Jimmy, she felt she liked carrying him with her, inside her, in places that haven't been inhabited in a long time.
His broad chest grazing her shoulder and a light turning on, his hand grasping hers, his arms: nothing about him felt like a prison, or walls closing in, or a dead end.
With him she was safe. Her heart was safe and cared for and was his Northern Star; they complimented each other like that.
But she didn’t know him.
His eyes stared into hers with a plea she couldn’t possibly comprehend.
While parts were missing, huge chunks of time and friendship and important secrets, the very fact she couldn’t recall his face brought her breath in short gasps and her heart stuttered with panic.
Her gut felt hollow, and she didn’t quite understand why she was crying.
If she was getting married, if she was walking down the aisle, why wasn’t she walking towards the man she loved?
She couldn’t remember.
And yet, she did it anyway.
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