She clutched his arm, feeling a little giddy from the champagne. "What are we doing here?" she asked, unable to stop a giggle from rising in her throat.
He placed his hand gently on hers to steady her, but kept looking out into the black night. The blacker ocean.
Behind them, the music stopped. She twisted around to see why. They were missing the throwing of the bouquet, but that didn't matter. She would be the next to get married. She had the cubic zirconia ring to prove it. He insisted it was a diamond, but she knew better and loved him all the more for wanting to give her a diamond.
"What are we doing out here?" she asked again. A cold wind whipped against her bare arms and face. She wanted to go back to the party. She wanted to go back to the light and the warmth of the party behind them.
"I can't do this anymore," he said finally. "I don't want to."
"What...what are you saying?"
"I'm sorry, Clo. I can't marry you."
"But...but you...we..."
"I'm sorry, Clo," he said again. He turned to look at her, but she could hardly see his face in the darkness. He kissed her forehead and then lifted her hand from his arm. He turned and went back to the party.
She watched him go, tears and the wind burning her eyes. She felt a sob rising up from deep inside her and turned back to the ocean. She didn't realise she had been twisting the ring around her finger until it slipped.
"No!" She fell to her knees, searching in the grass for it, groping blindly between the blades. And then she saw the rocks again. She striaghtened up. Suddenly, they didn't look so scary. They looked almost welcoming, like open arms rising up out of the ocean to embrace her and bring her home
Behind them, the music stopped. She twisted around to see why. They were missing the throwing of the bouquet, but that didn't matter. She would be the next to get married. She had the cubic zirconia ring to prove it. He insisted it was a diamond, but she knew better and loved him all the more for wanting to give her a diamond.
"What are we doing out here?" she asked again. A cold wind whipped against her bare arms and face. She wanted to go back to the party. She wanted to go back to the light and the warmth of the party behind them.
"I can't do this anymore," he said finally. "I don't want to."
"What...what are you saying?"
"I'm sorry, Clo. I can't marry you."
"But...but you...we..."
"I'm sorry, Clo," he said again. He turned to look at her, but she could hardly see his face in the darkness. He kissed her forehead and then lifted her hand from his arm. He turned and went back to the party.
She watched him go, tears and the wind burning her eyes. She felt a sob rising up from deep inside her and turned back to the ocean. She didn't realise she had been twisting the ring around her finger until it slipped.
"No!" She fell to her knees, searching in the grass for it, groping blindly between the blades. And then she saw the rocks again. She striaghtened up. Suddenly, they didn't look so scary. They looked almost welcoming, like open arms rising up out of the ocean to embrace her and bring her home
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