Deploy the Airbags
Title: Deploy The Airbags
Fandom: Guiding Light
Rated : G
Author: kissmychakram
Disclaimer: I own nothing, I'm not making a profit, I'm just playing.
Spoilers: This short piece is entirely based on a spoiler for w/c April 13th.
Other: I haven't written fic for years, but I have the Otalia bug, which I understand is incurable but not fatal. I hope you enjoy.
This is by far the saddest wedding I've ever been to.
I'm sitting on the groom's side, watching what seems to be a slow-motion car wreck.
I can't be the only one who sees it, surely?
There's Frank, giddy as a school girl. Ugh, that's an image I need to get out of my head. Right now.
He's smiling like a loon, can't he feel it coming? The screech of tyres, the inevitable grinding of metal against metal?
The bride is all in white, she would look like an angel, if only her face wasn't the same colour as her dress.
Talking of dresses. Olivia is wearing an outfit the colour of Sin itself. The colour of Sin draped around a body that screams "Sin with me!"
Some of us here already have. There's at least one other here that definitely should.
Doris is speaking; she's laughingly asking if any one objects to this union. I can see from here that Olivia is biting her lip, and I can tell she's not going to do it.
So, it falls to me then. I always suspected it would.
"I do", I say.
Frank turns and stares at me so quickly, he nearly falls.
"What?" his voice is strangled, disbelieving. Mine is calm.
"I object". It's a simple enough statement.
"Why?”
"Have you looked at her, Frank?" I ask. "Really looked at your bride to be?"
He simply stares at me, so I continue.
"This is supposed to be the happiest day of her life. Her son is by her side
and she is about to marry the man she claims to love. Look at her, Frank"
My voice is more urgent now.
"She should look radiant, she should be beaming with joy, she should look found.
But she doesn't. She looks lost, like her whole world is being taken away from her.
Look at her, Frank"
He does now; he turns to Natalia, whose dark eyes are staring bleakly at her
bouquet. He raises his hand to tilt her chin up, so that she is looking at him.
"Baby?" it's a plea.
"She won't do it, Frank. She's too good, too nice; she won't break your heart.
She doesn't have it in her."
A tear slips from Natalia's eye, and I'm ready to finish, to slam the brakes
on this whole affair.
I stand up.
"So you'll have to do it for her. You'll have to do what Olivia did.
Break your own heart, Frank. Let her go."
As I turn to leave, I'm sure I see Olivia mouth the word "Thankyou".
Fin.