Thread:Mrs.leohoward/@comment-4621455-20120416035551

Here's a Malex fanfic I wrote that sucks and I don't want to put in a blog.

Mary's POV: I sat in the first pew at Alex's wedding. My hair was straight, and I wore my best orchid purple dress. My makeup was applied perfectly by my best friend Katherine Wilson- um, Katherine Salvatore, and I thought that maybe, just maybe.. Alex would notice me.

I saw Graceyn Stone, my good friend, and none other than Alex's wife-to-be nearly march up the isle with her dad at her fingertips. Her brown hair was curled. Seems like she removed her blue streaks- wait, she had done that a few weeks before. Foundation and lipstick were the only makeup on her face. She was wearing old faded green ballet flats that looked like they had been shoved on, and Graceyn's dress was a snow white ballgown. Not a wedding dress. But she still managed to look stunning to Alex, who watched in enchantment at Graceyn.

My heart broke when I saw their twins, Dalia and Matthew, in the hands of Ryan and Denise Burghley- the godparents. Alex had produced those babies with Graceyn. In every single way, my nightmare of that happening had come true. And here I sat in the first pew, going to get a perfect view of Deacon Benson pronounce Graceyn as Mrs. Millington.

Deacon Benson said the vows. Alex poured his heart out while saying "I do" and so did Graceyn. I glanced to look at Kath, Andrew and Kath's little girl Rebecca. Kath gave me a comforting look, knowing in every single way my heart was going to be broken in seconds.

And when Deacon Benson pronounced them man and wife, the world literally paused for me. Just a moment. My heart took a second to shatter, but then it broke into a million tiny pieces when they shared a passionate kiss. At the after party, there were tons of alcoholic beverages in the coolers and on the table, but I settled for my bottled water. I hung around Kath the whole time.

"Mary, it's okay." Kath said, patting me on the back. "Grace doesn't know. But.. I swear. They're will be another guy who will pick you up off your feet." Katherine looked at me seriously.

I sighed, drinking some of my water. Alex, at that moment, rushed up to me, drink in hand. "Ah, Mary Grace- I remember in 8th, 9th and 10th grade I had this crazy crush on you. Isn't that odd?" he took a sip of the drink in his hand. I nodded, trying not to hiss and cry. "Well, I'm really over it now. Just thought I'd tell you."

The thought stung me.

Why didn't I go for it when I had the chance? 