W O W screw you. I CANNOT.
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Imagine your OTP breaking up without proper closure then meeting five years later at a common friend’s wedding, where they finally make up.
Kate grabbed a seat at the bar and ordered a drink, glancing around the room. She knew he was here somewhere. He had to be. Nora and Grayson had always been close. She hadn’t seen him at the actual wedding (probably by sheer luck) but she knew she wouldn’t be able to avoid him forever.
Though five years pretty much felt like forever.
The DJ went through the main dances. Mother and son, father and daughter, and finally he reached the point where couples could join the bride and groom on the dance floor. Kate huffed and downed the drink that had been set in front of her. That could have been her. If she hadn’t gotten so freaked out. If she hadn’t run away. But she did and at first, she hadn’t regretted it. But after awhile she started looking for him in crowds, thinking of things to tell him then remembering she couldn’t. She watched all the tv appearances, read all the articles. Hoping, begging, that he would move on and give way for her to as well. But not even a rumor popped up.
So here she was. At a wedding she was probably invited to out of pure guilt, drinking away her problems.
His voice cut through her and her heart went into overdrive. She turned to him. He looked better then ever in his black suit, smirk gracing his face, hand held out in invitation.
She did the only thing she could imagine doing.
She took his hand.
He tucked it under his arm and lead her to the dance floor. His arm wrapped around her waist and her head rested on his shoulder. He felt so warm and familiar. Like she’d never left that night. You look beautiful tonight. She smiled and closed her eyes swaying with the soft music. She could stay like this forever. She loved him. With everything she had. But would he ever be able to trust her not to bolt? She didn’t know what to say to him. How to apologize. I’ve missed you. She didn’t even realize the words came out of her mouth until they were reverberating through her mind. She felt his shoulders relax and his lips brush her forehead. Kate moved her head off his shoulder and met his lips with her own. This was so much easier then words.
When they finally broke the kiss, they stayed forehead to forehead, swaying to the soft tones of the song. Take me home? She asked quietly all the nerves, the guilt, and the apprehension present in her tone. Her eyes begged him to say yes and his eyes told her he always would.
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