I’d never seen anyone looking so perfect. Call it a cliché, call me stupid or pathetic or whatever you want, but he was perfect. The setting sun hits him just right, the orange glow on his charcoal suit softening him. That tiny amount of stubble on his chin was still there. I remember hoping that it was an accident because he looked like a bit of a scruffy twat.
“You missed a spot.” My voice strained a little, practically choking on the words. I took hold of the tiny green star pendant hanging around my neck, moving the cold metal around my moist palm. Breathe.
He looked over at me with that little glint in his eye, almost like he missed me. I’m just seeing things. He’s not marrying me. I have to remember that.