Walk Me Down The Aisle
It was a beautiful autumn season at the wedding day of Danni's friends. She got up from her table to refill her glass of champagne, and as she walked past the head table, she saw Scott sitting there. They exchanged polite smiles, but didn't talk much. Danni had seen Scott before, but had never really talked to him. She knew he was an actor, but chose to keep quiet about it, because she wanted to get to know the real person behind the fame. Over the weeks, they started to enjoy each other's company, and seem to still seeing each other at weddings. Scott never knew that Danni was a writer in the movie industry, and Danni never told him. She enjoyed the anonymity of being able to observe him without him knowing who she really was. One day, while in their hiding place, Danni opened up to Scott about how she was feeling. She told him that she had developed feelings for him over the passed months and wanted to explore a relationship with him. Scott was hesitant at first, because of his past heartbreak, and wasn't sure if he was ready for another relationship. But with Danni's persistence and patience, they started seeing each other and fell in love. They had a whirlwind romance filled with laughter, passion, and adventure. Danni was happy, and she felt like she had finally found her soulmate. She loved him so much that she decided to write a book about their love story. It became a bestseller and the spotlight was on them. But then something happened that she never saw coming. Scott was disappointed about the book, and his father was filled with anger towards her. Scott felt like his privacy had been invaded, and he became distant from Danni. She tried to reach out to him, but he wouldn't respond. She felt like she had lost him forever. But doon reconciled but it was too late. Years went by, and they were both at a mutual friend's wedding again, with their own partners. They locked eyes from across the room and smiled with the idea of their past. They didn't exchange words, but they both knew that they were happy in their own lives. Danni looked over to her companion and felt thankful for everything she had. She still loved Scott, but she knew that they were just characters in each other's stories now. She realized that sometimes, life doesn't go as planned, and the person you thought was your happily ever after, wasn't meant to be. But she was grateful for the memories they shared, and for the love that had filled her heart for a time. As the night went on, Danni realized that sometimes, the best love stories don't have endings that make sense. And sometimes, the best love stories are the ones that you hold in your heart forever.
Chapter Nineteen
As I sat in my chair with the glow of my laptop illuminating the room, I focused on the words flowing across the screen. Memories of Scott's voice echoed in my mind, urging me to continue typing.
Each keystroke seemed to transport me back to the moments we shared when happiness filled the space between us, untainted by judgment or outside influence. But then, as if the walls of nostalgia came crashing down, reality rushed in. The sting of rejection resurfaced, reminding me of the pain I felt when Scott turned me away, choosing someone else instead.
How could I have been so foolish to believe that I meant something more to him and that my love was enough to make him hang around? In that instant, a wave of clarity washed over me.
I finally understood the depth of my stupidity and how blind I had been to my love for him. I had allowed myself to become so consumed by my feelings for Scott, so hopelessly enchanted, that I failed to see the truth. And now, as I reluctantly continued to write the screenplay for my book, I couldn't help but question if I was making yet another foolish mistake.
For so long, I had kept my feelings for Scott hidden, buried beneath layers of denial and pretense. But no matter how hard I tried to move on from it, he still lingered in my thoughts like a haunting melody, his presence magnified through the lens of his carefully curated social media posts. Every glimpse of his charismatic facade carried me back to those moments when I reveled in the simple joy of seeing him in front of me, an oasis of happiness in the darkest of nights.
In those stolen moments, it felt like he genuinely cared for me, snuggling me in his embrace and showering me with tender kisses. Yet, I knew to myself it was all but a charade, a carefully constructed illusion we both played along with. Despite his renowned status, he didn't know who I was or what lay beneath the surface of my freelance singing career.
Perhaps he was just infatuated with my singing voice, enamored by the sound that poured forth from my soul. But did he truly love me, the woman behind the melodies and the unrequited heart that beat for him?
If only he could see beyond the facade, beyond the artist he thought he knew, and truly love me for who I was.
If only his love could penetrate the depths of my being, providing the comfort and reassurance my frantic heart yearned for. Then, maybe, I wouldn't be consumed by this seemingly unending madness that grips me now.
"I appreciate you coming here, Danni," Scott said calmly, pleased that I had decided to come when he texted me one day to meet up with him in our secret dwelling.
I couldn't help but laugh, trying to dispel the awkwardness that had settled over us. "You're the only one who knows that I tend to stroll at this time of night, even if it means running from the police," I admitted, attempting to lighten the mood.
Scott chuckled in response. "I highly doubt the police would chase after you," he comforted.
"Yeah, just as much as you wouldn't want to do it yourself, right?" I retorted sarcastically looking at his rather green-colored eyes—eyes that I had always adored. Scott then spoke up and apologized. "I want to apologize for what happened last time. I never intended to hurt you or give you a false impression."
I nodded, composing myself as I prepared to share something important with him.