Green (short story-ish)
Green (short story-ish)
(Er was op Cavetown Amino een short story wedstrijd waarin je een kort verhaal moest schrijven, gebaseerd op één van Cavetown’s liedjes. Dit is mijn verhaal gebaseerd op Green)
It had almost turned into a habit, the way I kept eyeing the wedding invitation like my eyes were moving on their own. It had been laying there for a week now, next to some empty beer cans and crumbled up papers with poems and song ideas on it. (Which were the results of hours of soliloquizing alone in my apartment)
To be honest, I was rather surprised when I found the white and blue decorated envelope on my doorstep.
How long had it been since we last saw each other? One, two years?
Long enough for me to think that you had forgotten me.
Of course there were the quick greetings when we would coincidentally meet at the grocery store, or the awkward more-or-less interactions in group chats of forgotten parties. And I might’ve seen your picture a few times on Facebook.
But never could I predict that you would invite me to your wedding. Me, out of all people.
But, maybe were my own actions just as unpredictable. Basketball shorts and my usual oversized t-shirt were traded for a neat button-up and pants that were borderline unaffordable with my already small loan. Even my dirty blonde hair was combed down to look presentable at the night of your wedding.
I took a taxi to the location, which was just as rare as me dressing up all nicely like I had just done. Even though I wasn’t particularly fond of taking the taxi, it was nicer than the crowded subway I was forced to take on a daily basis.
And oh was the location you picked beautiful. The setting that happened to be particularly brumous that day was fairytale-like, as if I had stepped into a dreamy version of reality.
It was outside. Of course it was. I couldn’t have imagined you having your wedding inside. You had always been an outside-person.
Fairy lights decorated the setting and illuminated the way deeper into the moss-covered garden.
The green and blue tulips I was holding, which I was planning on giving you as a gift-and-maybe-sort-of-apology-for-the-past, were nothing compared to the jaw-dropping flora that covered the surroundings in just the right way.
You looked so good with him. Both gorgeous, happy smiles on your faces. He took your hand so tenderly when you walked up to him and let out the smallest giggle.
Your wedding dress was a light green, decorated with white. Of course it was green. I couldn’t have imagined it any other way.
Like the fairy lights, your eyes were twinkling and glittering with joy and tears.
During the ceremony, all I could think was how proud I was of you. And yes, there were the mixed feelings of guilt and jealousy. Of how if I hadn’t been so childish in the past, I could’ve been the one holding your hand at the altar. Of how you used to beam with pleasure while around me, how you were around him now.
But I was not your miserable, mean ex-boyfriend anymore. And I hope you see it that way too. I came there that day to support you, and enjoy your newly found source of euphoria. Not to sulk in jealousy, neither to try and make up for my past mistakes.
Putting the slight feeling of covetousness aside, I was genuinely hoping that you would live your life with him as happy as you appeared throughout that night. There truly was no sense of begrudging going on my my mind. After how much I knew I had hurt you, you more than deserved a man like him.
Rather skittishly I walked up to you at the party, after practicing what to say a couple times in the bathroom mirror.
“I’m so glad you came!” you cheered.
For a second, I couldn’t open my mouth to say something. My lips felt as if they were turned into rubber, and my tongue suddenly felt way too big to fit comfortably in my mouth. The fact that you invited and welcomed me with such joy, proves how good of a person you are, after all I had done to you. And I was touched by that.
“You two look so good in partnership. I hope you’ll do well together.”
I handed you the, now slightly dying, tulips with hands that were shaking. You took them with hands that weren’t.
“You’ve always looked good in green,” I blurted out.
“What?” To my surprise, you smiled.
“Y-Your dress,” I mumbled, feeling heat crawl up my cheeks.
“I was too blind to see it back then but... you really do look good in green.”
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