Tears...

(This is my first crack at short-story writing. So, please bear with me. :) )

Dr. Shirley Rose was very happy today. She was finally marrying the man she had grown up and in love with. Looking at the mirror, she was lost in her thoughts, while her mother was pinning her pearl-white dress, removing all creases. She remembered the first time she met him in the class. The ocean-blue eyes, the roughed-up hair. From that time till now, a lot had changed. They had spent 14 years together. From friends to lovers, the story was like a fairy-tale.

She was suddenly jerked from her thoughts by Meredith, her Maid-of- Honor, who handed her the phone and told her a colleague had called and said it was important. She said ‘Hello”

Within a span of seconds, the glee on her face had vanished and her eyes widened. The cup of tea slipped from her hands, crashing on the floor, spilling the brown tea on her pristine dress.

She turned and rushed down the gallery, leaving her mother and friends in shock to tried to ask her what had happened.

The church was filled with guests, all decked up and ready for the event.

She could see the flashing blue and red lights from the church windows.

She reached the gate and pulled it open, only to find a hospital van pulling up to the curb.

All of the good memories rushed up to her as she feared the worst. Could this be really happening on her wedding day, the day she was supposed to be the start of her happy days.

Everybody had gathered outside and was thinking the same, hoping to be wrong.

She rushed up to the ambulance gate and with trembling hands turned the knob.

“During the history class of school was the first time I spoke to you. Seeing your face that day and today, I realised how lucky I am. You took away all my fears, sorrow and asked for nothing in return. I just wanted to see that pigtailed girl one more time and ask you once again, Will you take this eraser that you once gave me, marry me and make me the happiest person on this planet?” , said Bill, down on one knee, holding out in his hand, a piece of used eraser, on it written, their initials, SR + BM.

A tear drop rushed down her face as her heart leaped out to scream, “Yes”.

He was wrong.  She was the happiest person on this planet.