MidReal Story
Tangled Hearts
Scenario: Enid spent three years attached to Wednesday, going through all kinds of shit together but One break, just two years so they can build their own lives and Wednesday gets married to enid's twin
Enid, who most likely has a more successful twin in terms of wolfing out and thus better connections to the birth family. She'll wonder, what is it like, to have everything she wanted. Everything she needed. A family, better treatment and her mate. Enid genuinely loves Wednesday at this point and like, it hurts to see someone get so close so easily. But she'll accept it, she's Wednesday's best friend, she needs to accept it.
And when she stands in the altar, in the wrong side of the platform, she will clasp a hand so dangerously close to her twins neck and whisper a congratulations before Wednesday walks down the aisle. Can you blame Enid, for closing her eyes for just a moment and wishing that Wednesday was walking to her? The toast afterwards is essentially a confession. She spills her whole feelings, of the gratitude and the greatfulness and the love she has for Wednesday.
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I’ve been in love with my best friend for as long as I can remember.
I know that sounds cliché, but it’s true.
I fell in love with her the moment I saw her, and I’ve never stopped loving her.
It’s not something I can help, and it’s not something I can change.
I’ve tried to move on, but it’s impossible.
She’s the one for me, and she always will be.
The problem is that she doesn’t feel the same way about me.
She loves me, but she’s not in love with me.
And she never will be.
Because she’s in love with my twin brother, Kade.
And today, she’s going to marry him.
I look at myself in the mirror and smooth down my dress for what feels like the hundredth time.
It’s a beautiful dress—pale pink and covered in lace—and it fits me perfectly.
But no matter how many times I check myself over, I can’t shake the feeling that something is wrong.
Today is not just any day.
It’s the day my best friend is going to marry my brother.
It’s the day that she’s going to give herself to him, body and soul, and become his wife.
It’s the day that she’s going to stand beside him and say ‘I do’, and then she’s going to let him put a ring on her finger and slip it onto her hand.
It’s the day that she’s going to promise to love him forever, and then she’s going to seal it with a kiss.
The thought of it makes my heart ache, and I’m not sure I can go through with this.
But I have no choice.
I’m the best man, which means I have a duty to stand beside my brother as he marries the woman he loves.
And I’m the bride’s best friend, which means I have a duty to stand beside my best friend on the most important day of her life.
I take a deep breath, trying to calm my nerves, and then I reach for my bouquet.
It’s made up of white roses and lilies, the same as the ones that will fill the church, and it’s stunning.
I lift it up and inhale its sweet scent, but it does nothing to soothe me.
If anything, it makes me feel even sadder.
Because I know that after today, nothing will ever be the same again.
“Enid!” The door opens and Wednesday breezes in, looking as beautiful as ever.
Her long dark hair falls in waves down her back, and her dress floats around her as she moves.
She has no bouquet, but I don’t think she needs one.
She looks like a goddess as she walks towards me, and I have to resist the urge to throw myself at her feet and beg her not to go through with this.
“Are you ready?”
Wednesday asks me, somewhat unnecessarily.
I nod, even though I’m not sure that I am.
“Is Kade ready?”
“Yes,” Wednesday says with a smile.
“He’s absolutely fine.”
The smile drops from her face, and she looks at me with concern.
“Are you sure you’re okay?
You don’t have to do this if you don’t want to.
You can go home.
No one would blame you.”
I shake my head, even though I know it’s a lie.
Kade would blame me, and so would Wednesday.
This is important to them, and I won’t let them down.
“I’m fine,” I say.
My voice sounds thin and reedy in my ears, and I’m not sure if I’m trying to reassure Wednesday, or myself.
“Good.” Wednesday steps forward and takes my hand.
I’m enveloped in her familiar, sweet scent, and I close my eyes and let myself enjoy it for what might be the last time.
For a moment, my heart clenches painfully in my chest, and I can’t breathe.
And then Wednesday is pulling me into her arms, and I’m resting my head on her shoulder and clinging to her for dear life.
“Hey,” she says softly.
“It’s okay.I’m here for you, and so is Kade.This is a good thing.
We’re getting married, Enid.
We’re going to be together forever.
And we’re doing this because we love each other, and because it’s right.
You know that.”
I nod, even though it feels like a lie.
I do know that, but it doesn’t make it any easier.
“Okay.” Wednesday pulls away from my grip and holds me at arm’s length.
She smiles at me, but her eyes are sad, and I can see that she doesn’t believe me, either.
“Come on,” she says, taking my hand again.
We go outside, where the car is waiting to take us to the church, and I find that everything is ready.
The bridesmaids are sitting in a row on the bench, looking gorgeous in their pale pink dresses, their hair coiffed and their make-up perfect.
My mother is standing by the car, beaming with pride, and I take her proffered hand and climb into the car after Wednesday gets in first.
I sit down next to her, while Kade sits beside me in his suit, looking just as handsome as he always does.
My heart aches in my chest as he looks at me, his eyes shining with love, and I can’t help but return his smile as my fingers reach out for Wednesday’s hand, which is resting between us on the seat.
She takes it, and we all sit in silence as we drive towards the church, lost in our own thoughts.
And then we arrive, and it’s time to get out of the car, and suddenly everything is happening very fast.
My mother has already gone inside with Kade, so it’s just me and Wednesday left outside by ourselves.
She takes my bouquet from me and hands it to one of the bridesmaids, who hurries away with it while we’re still saying goodbye.
“I’ll see you at the altar,” Wednesday says with a smile before she takes my face in her hands and kisses my cheek gently.
She lingers there for a moment longer than she should, her lips brushing against my skin softly, leaving me feeling dizzy and breathless when she finally pulls away.
And then she’s gone, too—swept away by her bridesmaids—and it’s just me standing outside of the church by myself.
The door opens behind me before I can think too much about what that means, and someone grabs me by the arm and starts pulling me inside.
“Come on,” my sister says impatiently as she drags me towards the altar.
“The bride is ready.”
“I’m trying!”
I follow her into the bridal suite where Wednesday is waiting to be escorted towards the altar.
She’s standing in the center of the room, surrounded by her bridesmaids, who are all still fussing over her dress, trying to make sure that it looks perfect.
But it doesn’t matter how hard they try, because she already looks perfect—breathtakingly beautiful in her wedding gown, the white lace clinging to her body like a second skin.
Her hair is swept up in a mass of curls on top of her head, a few loose strands tumbling down in front of her face, her make-up soft and natural, highlighting her most striking features.
She’s been my best friend for as long as I can remember, but in that moment, I’m struck by how strange it is that I’ve never told her what I really think about her—that she’s the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen, that every time I look at her, I can barely breathe, because she takes my breath away every time.
She’s already wearing the veil, which is pushed back behind her head for now.
She’s put her bouquet down on the chair beside her, but there’s still something in her hand—a tiny folded piece of paper that I recognize as one of the love letters that Kade has been writing to her for weeks now.
He must have slipped it into her hand when I wasn’t looking—I wonder if that’s what he was doing while I was still outside in the car with my mother.
It must be strange to be getting ready for your wedding and already have love letters from your soon-to-be-husband.
I wonder if that’s normal.
I suppose I’ll never know.
Wednesday looks up when she hears us coming in, and she smiles when she sees me.
I’ve barely said two words to her all day—ever since I came home from work this morning and found that everything was already in full swing.
It’s been all I could do just to keep it together.
But I can’t stay away from her any longer.
As much as it hurts to be near her right now, I also know that I won’t be able to stay away from her for long.
There are so many things that I want to say to her, things that I’ve been holding back for so long now, but I can’t find the right words.
And even if I could, there wouldn’t be any point to saying them.
Because she’ll never love me, no matter what I do.
No matter how hard I try to make her see me, and not him, no matter how much I give up for her, no matter how much I love her, she’ll never love me back.
She’ll love him instead.
She already loves him.
She reaches out for my hand, and I take it without thinking, letting her lead me towards the door of the bridal suite, where the rest of the bridesmaids are waiting to help us all go inside and down to the altar.
And as we walk past each other in the doorway, she leans in close to me so that only I can hear her say, “Are you ready?”
I look at her and smile as best as I can, even though I know it doesn’t quite reach my eyes.
It isn’t until we’re standing at the back of the room that it really hits me—what we’re actually about to do, and why we’re doing it—and I’m suddenly overwhelmed by all of the emotions associated with this particular moment, which is so much more than just a brief walk down an aisle.
I’m about to give Wednesday away.
Not just a few steps away to where Kade is waiting for her at the altar, but completely and forever, to be his wife instead of mine.
But I’m not sad about that—not really—because this is what I want for her more than anything else in the world, to be happy with him and to have everything that she wants out of life.
I’m just sad that it means losing her so completely.
As we wait for our cue to start walking down the aisle, Wednesday smiles at me one last time before she takes Kade’s arm and they both turn around to face the back of the room.
And then the music starts playing and it’s time to go, and we’re walking down the aisle together towards our future.
I’m holding onto Wednesday’s hand so tightly that I can feel every single one of her fingers through my own, and I’m afraid that I might never be able to let go of her after this, that I might never be able to let her go, even when I know that I have to—that I don’t have any other choice.
I’m not doing a very good job of walking in a straight line, but it doesn’t really matter, because almost everyone is looking at Wednesday, anyway, and at how beautiful she is, as she walks down the aisle towards Kade—her true love, her soulmate, who is waiting for her at the end of it all, with a smile on his face and tears in his eyes, ready to take her into his arms and love her forever.
I see all of this without really seeing it, because I’m too busy watching her face instead—the way that she looks as she walks towards her future on her wedding day, holding my hand and squeezing it tightly enough that it feels like she’s trying to stop herself from falling apart.
Her eyes are shining and there are tears streaming down her cheeks, but there’s still a smile on her face that lights up the entire room—every single part of it—and makes it impossible to look away from her, even though I know that I probably should.
She’s so beautiful that it takes my breath away, just like always.
And in that moment I know exactly why I love her—that smile could make anyone fall in love with her if they looked at it for long enough.
But she’s not smiling for me, and those tears in her eyes aren’t because of me, either.
I wish they were—I wish more than anything else in the world that they were—but they’re not.
They never will be, no matter how much I wish that they could be.
I don’t know why I’m watching her at all, instead of looking away and focusing on the path in front of us, and everything that’s waiting for her at the end of it—Kade and her future together and their new life in the city—and all the things that will never be waiting for me.
I know that I shouldn’t be watching her at all—I know that I should be looking away from her and pretending that she’s not the most beautiful woman in the entire world and that I’m not hopelessly in love with her—but I can’t help it.
I can never help it.
And I can never look away from her face for long enough to forget how much I love her, and how much I’ve always loved her—how much I probably always will.
I’m waiting for her to look at me, so that I’ll have no choice but to look at her in return, but she doesn’t, and she never does—no matter how long I wait for her, and no matter how much I want her to.
If she ever did—if she ever looked at me and really saw me—then I wouldn’t be able to hide the truth from her for long enough, and I know that she wouldn’t be able to keep hiding the truth from me either.
If she ever looked at me, then she would know just how much I loved her—and she would know just how much this is killing me—and everything would fall apart before my very eyes.
So I keep watching her anyway, because I can’t help myself, even though I should know better by now, and even though I know that I’m only going to end up hurting myself in the end.
I always do.
But in the end, it doesn’t even really matter—none of this does—because Kade is going to marry Wednesday in a few minutes’ time anyway, and there’s nothing that I can do about it now.
