What Could Have Been [Alternate Universes]
It was a beautiful wedding, the sort the gets written up in magazines. The bride, dressed in a white strapless dress, it's full skirt of sweeping chiffon dress adorned with appliques and fluffed up with a crinoline for a Flamenco-style swoosh that are complimented by a long necklace and crimson, gold embroidered shawl. Her hair pulled back and the crown braided simply with tiny red spray roses. With bare feet she walked down the make shift aisle in the pure white stand to swear her vows to the handsome groom while standing to her left, holding her bouquet, her bridesmaid pasted on a happy smile and thought " It should have been me."
It should have been her, to swear those vows of undying love, to slip a ring on that finger, to kiss those soft lips. The well wishes and confetti, toasts and slow dances were like tiny daggers that poked into her heart. And when the bride and groom finally slipped off to their room for the night, feet sore and hearts full, she could only watch them with the sort of wistfullness that comes from unrequited love.
He would never love Gypsy the way she could, but Gypsy wanted him and so she watched and wished. It should have been her, Gypsy should have been hers.
It should have been her, to swear those vows of undying love, to slip a ring on that finger, to kiss those soft lips. The well wishes and confetti, toasts and slow dances were like tiny daggers that poked into her heart. And when the bride and groom finally slipped off to their room for the night, feet sore and hearts full, she could only watch them with the sort of wistfullness that comes from unrequited love.
He would never love Gypsy the way she could, but Gypsy wanted him and so she watched and wished. It should have been her, Gypsy should have been hers.