muse_shuffle: Application (March Disc Two)
Monday, 10 March 2008 03:07 pm3. Cos when our eyes did meet >> Girl you know I was packin' heat (Beck – ‘Debra’)
I don’t think I’ll ever forget my wedding day. It was enough for me to learn to never jump that far into a relationship without being absolutely certain it’s what you want. It wasn’t your typical scenario. I was twenty, she was nineteen. We thought we were so much in love that no one could ever possibly have been in love as much as we were. That’s the beauty when you’re young; everything seems so amplified and intense.
But things didn’t go how we expected them to. She fell pregnant. The damn condom broke, which we realised as soon as the bedroom finale was reached. To say we both shat ourselves in fright was very much an understatement. There was no morning after pill in those days, just two sets of potentially angry parents. So, we did what we thought was the best option at that point – pretended it didn’t happen and went on our merry little ways.
Of course, three weeks later, I was sitting beside her in the dingy bathroom at her work, gaping like a fish out of water at the little white stick with a blue line in her hand. It wasn’t the most romantic proposal, but I did get down on one knee and declare my love for her and promise I would stick by her. I had all intentions of doing so, as well. We told our parents and despite lots of resonant “debate” on the subject, both parties agreed us getting married was the best option.
Another two weeks later, I was standing beside her in the court house in a tux that pinched in all the wrong places, staring at the lacklustre bunch of roses she had clutched in her hand to try and keep myself from throwing up in fright. I spent the whole first portion of the ceremony hunched over like that, eyes planted on the flowers until my brother hissed at me from behind (he was my Best Man, of course, and spent the reception bonking the only bridesmaid in the hotel supply closet) to look at the bride. My eyes snapped up and met hers and I really must’ve looked like I was facing the gallows, because she leaned in and asked me if I was okay. As I was nodding, she took my hand and it seemed to make things so much better. We got through it, and although it never really felt as right as it should, I convinced myself things would be okay.
The following month, she lost the baby. We tried for two years to make the marriage work, but it wasn’t meant to be. Who really knows where I would be now if things had turned out differently? But I have no regrets on that front, so I guess that’s just the name of the game of life.
Muse | Special Agent James Campbell, Original Character
Words | 475
I don’t think I’ll ever forget my wedding day. It was enough for me to learn to never jump that far into a relationship without being absolutely certain it’s what you want. It wasn’t your typical scenario. I was twenty, she was nineteen. We thought we were so much in love that no one could ever possibly have been in love as much as we were. That’s the beauty when you’re young; everything seems so amplified and intense.
But things didn’t go how we expected them to. She fell pregnant. The damn condom broke, which we realised as soon as the bedroom finale was reached. To say we both shat ourselves in fright was very much an understatement. There was no morning after pill in those days, just two sets of potentially angry parents. So, we did what we thought was the best option at that point – pretended it didn’t happen and went on our merry little ways.
Of course, three weeks later, I was sitting beside her in the dingy bathroom at her work, gaping like a fish out of water at the little white stick with a blue line in her hand. It wasn’t the most romantic proposal, but I did get down on one knee and declare my love for her and promise I would stick by her. I had all intentions of doing so, as well. We told our parents and despite lots of resonant “debate” on the subject, both parties agreed us getting married was the best option.
Another two weeks later, I was standing beside her in the court house in a tux that pinched in all the wrong places, staring at the lacklustre bunch of roses she had clutched in her hand to try and keep myself from throwing up in fright. I spent the whole first portion of the ceremony hunched over like that, eyes planted on the flowers until my brother hissed at me from behind (he was my Best Man, of course, and spent the reception bonking the only bridesmaid in the hotel supply closet) to look at the bride. My eyes snapped up and met hers and I really must’ve looked like I was facing the gallows, because she leaned in and asked me if I was okay. As I was nodding, she took my hand and it seemed to make things so much better. We got through it, and although it never really felt as right as it should, I convinced myself things would be okay.
The following month, she lost the baby. We tried for two years to make the marriage work, but it wasn’t meant to be. Who really knows where I would be now if things had turned out differently? But I have no regrets on that front, so I guess that’s just the name of the game of life.
Muse | Special Agent James Campbell, Original Character
Words | 475