Luxurious yet elegant wedding stylistic theme is an indication of a royal wedding. Somehow, the Royals feels like the rich gold accents and runs of rich shades show their uniqueness and separate them from the labourers.

Elora and I weren't royal or anyplace close to that, yet I believed she deserved a wedding like that of royals.

With that, I tried to allow her to pick the best wedding organizers, stylistic themes and so forth of her decision. Best venue and best wedding outfit there was and she did, picking the best fashioners there was. my folks have always been rich. So money was no issue.

after a month. the day at last came. June 21, 2019. I can never forget this date, regardless of how diligently I attempt. I just can’t. it was intended to be extraordinary, I thought it would be.

"are you ready?" asked my friend Sean from secondary school whom was my best man.

"Always." I murmured back with a stoic expression as though I was not lying. The truth is I was terrified, yet I would not like to allow it to show.

Sean half grinned at me and I faked a grin back, prior to hearing the delicate piano music begins alarming us that the lady of the hour could any second stroll in. With that, I quickly turned my eyes to the colourful decorated entryway. Just to meet the most wonderful woman I had at any point seen. My lady in a white long sleeves wedding outfit hanging down her optimal body. Stealing my attention. as she strolled in, her little pink delightful lips bended and I looked at her as I felt mine join in, grinning back at her, while everybody stood up watching her stroll in.

I had seen Elora in each conceivable outfit there was and trust me when I say, out of all the planner garments there was, she glanced more wonderful in a wedding outfit. my eyes were stuck at her, I was unable to get them off briefly until she got to the special stepped area and her father tapped my shoulder as he gave me her little hand.

"Hurt her and I will have you gulped by sharks." He said, bending his lips as he turned making me snicker. prior to turning my eyes back to my first love, who likewise began giggling at her dad's joke. Furthermore, I watched her as she giggled, becoming mixed up in her lovely brown and white eyes.

"are you are prepared to say your vows?" asked the priest, his eyes on both Elora and I.

"Mr Williams?" called out the priest, after realizing that I was lost in Elora's eyes.

"Indeed we are." Expressed Elora happily, before a recognizable voice sounded from the entryway. Causing both Elora and her to turn.

"Elora please don't do this!" The man yelled as he ran towards Elora and I.

Furthermore, that was the point at which I quickly affirmed my suspension, it wasn't just a recognizable voice, yet in addition a known face.

It was him, the devil in a suit. I thought he left the nation what was he doing in Joburg and how did he know about our wedding.

I felt million questions dashing through my psyche. Without any answers. Derek graduated a year prior to us, the year which he cheated on Elora once and for all, before she said a final farewell to him was his last year. as indicated by Elora he was to graduate and leave south Africa for an internship in America.

What was he doing in Joburg, one year 5 months after and in my wedding

"You!" I yelled as I attempted to run and punch him, however Elora halted me before I could.

"Elora, please don't do this!" Derek yelled again irritating me as I heard the crowd in the hall murmuring to one another. Also, both our folks looking at one another Surprised.

"What's happening here?" asked my father as he stood up from his seat.

"What are you doing here?" Overlooking my father, I asked Derek as I watched him standing there in front of us

"I'm here to take what belongs to me. You can't wed her!" Yelled Derek, surprising everybody even more.

"Son I asked you a question, what's going on here?" Rehashed my father, presently with a furious voice.

"She doesn't belong with you, she's to be my wife! My wife!" I yelled once more, disregarding my father as I severed Elora's hands and irately strolled towards him.

"Enough! Enough of this nonsense!" I heard Elora's mom yell as she additionally moved from her sit, walking towards Elora and looked at her.

Giving her the "explain to me what the hell is going on here." look. Elora peered down for a second.

"Derek what is it that you want?" She asked now raising her head and confronted Derek. what's more, I looked her befuddled. For what reason was she in any event, entertaining this jerk.

"It is you that I want Elora." Derek responded without faltering. Irritating me significantly more since I knew he didn't love her, and he won't ever do.

"He doesn't love you Elora, you know that. He doesn't love you, it is I who loves you!" I yelled as I turned and strolled towards her.

What's more, she also strolled towards me, meeting me midway. She held my hand and looked at me straight without flinching as she "True that… but...it is likewise true that it isn't you that I love."

What's more, exactly when I thought she had learnt from her previous mishaps. without even batting an eye, she opened her mouth and broke my heart.

I felt like the building that we had booked as a venue came squashing down on me. I felt like the bricks, irons and roof were falling onto my heart, dancing on top of it as I watched her let go of my hand and gradually winced in reverse.

I out of nowhere felt unsteady, frail. the entire room became dim and I felt my knees debilitated as thoughts hustled in my mind.

"How could she? how could she still not love me after everything? How is it possible that she would in any case pick him, after everything? Was I not good enough?"

I felt my body kisses the floor, and my eyes shut...

***

"I was in pain. I was bleeding. But most of all I was in denial.

I refused to really believe that the young lady I had known and loved for her sweetness and great heart since I was 14 years of age could do this to me. I was unable to accept she could be that brutal.

I mean I understood that she didn't love me. You can't compel an individual to love you. It's even crazy to hate them if they don't. But why would she fool me like that. Make me believe she was in love with me, when she wasn't.

She had too many chances to pull out of the relationship. She could have told me when we returned from the trip if at any point she was scared to ruin it for me.

She had the entire year to tell me before graduation. Hell she could have even disclosed to me when I asked her to marry me or simply say no.

I would have understood. But no. She had to delay until our big day to dump me in front of the entire world.

I was couldn’t comprehend, I was crushed. I was flabbergasted. Every one of the negative words you can think of. I was that.

The moment that I left that medical clinic ward I woke up on. I went directly to the club and I began drinking. I drank the entire evening. trying to suffocate the pain I was feeling. attempting to escape this world and float into a different universe where there was no aggravation. But unfortunately for me. No measure of liquor could get her out of my mind.

But still, being intoxicated was obviously better than being sober and sobbing. So I continued to drink. Day by day. Night after night. I continued to drink. Going to various clubs. Attempting to drink away her memory. But I kept on failing dismally.

So I attempted young ladies. I would return home with various young ladies consistently. Lay down with every single one of them.

There was this girl Mercy. Slim. Tall and beautiful. She was such a lovely soul...she truly was... God I wish never met her."

The young man turned around and stopped pacing. Pausing. He looked down. Fighting the tears which were suddenly filling his eyes.

"Why is that? Why do you wish you never met mercy?" I asked. also standing up looking at him. Only to see him shake his head.

"Because then she would ... She would still be alive." Hensley said, suddenly breaking down.

I looked at him from a distance. Hesitant to walk towards him.

"Why do you say that? Did you... Cause her death?" I asked Hensley as I now walked around the room. Avoiding to look at him.

"I swear I didn't mean to... I didn't. But... Somehow I did...I killed her... I killed the poor girl when all she was trying to do was to.... She was trying..." Stuttered Hensley as he now walked towards the corner and sat on the floor. Placing his hands in his head. Looking like the world was weighing on his shoulders.

The more I listened to this young man. The more I realized how messed up he really was. His story just kept on getting more and more complicated than I thought.

What did he mean he killed her? Could it be that I was counselling a turned out murderer?

How could that be, for from what I had witnessed so far. This young man was a very sweet soul. Broken but sweet.

Now filled with more thousands questions. I turned around and looked at him without a word. Waiting for him to cool down and continue.

"I met mercy on one of the bars I started regularly going on. I remember she was sitting by herself on the counter drinking a cocktail. Laughing and cracking jokes with the bar man.

My attention caught by her mesmerizing beauty, I walked up to her and approached her.

"A beautiful lady like you all by herself, is it even possible" I said Slightly smiling as I walked towards the counter and winked at her.

Like you might have noticed. I was never a well-spoken person before. But heart break changed me. I became this other ladies’’ man I didn't even recognise. I could any lady's attention with just a few words and just body language. Even those not alone. Like mercy.

"It's not possible. Which is why I'm not sitting alone as you can see." responded mercy, pointing towards the bar man. Seeing that I giggled as I took a sit on a chair next to her.

"Oh really? The man is on duty. " I mocked her. mercy turned to look at me

"What do you want?" She asked as she kept eye contact

"What?" I responded her question with a question. Surprised to hear that.

"I said what do you want? Let's skip the chitchat. For you to come and sit here, with me. Out of all the tables in the bar. There must be something that you want. So go on, say it. Let's not waste each other's time." said mercy, surprising me again still keeping eye contact.

Most girls like it when guys play the long lying flirting game. But not mercy. She was a straight talker. And preferred straight talkers. amongst other things. That's what I found intriguing about her.

"You. I want you." I said as I flashed a smile. Looking at her. Only to see her smile at me. Standing up from her chair. She held my hand and we headed to my car.

We had sex by my car, and instead of heading straight home. Mercy suggested we hit another club. A different club. where we drank again. Did drugs and parting the hell out of the night.