thinks it’s Sarah again. Let’s talk about the slap. Let’s talk about the kiss. Let’s talk about Beth telling angie that she doesn’t expect anything, she doesn’t want angie to stop being happy. Let’s talk about Beth telling her to go walk like aisle and marry that girl. Let’s talk about Beth saying angie looks beautiful but not as beautiful as first thing in the morning in a baggy sweater and tired eyes. Let’s talk about Angie not knowing what to do. Let’s talk about Beth patting her on the and telling her there’s no choice. To walk to her soon to be wife. Let’s talk about Beth leaving the room. Let’s talk about Angie deciding. :~)
"sarah? what are you doing here?" angie asked confused as the brunette woman turned around and faced her. "how did you even-"
"angie," the woman said, almost sighing her name. she looked at her with teary eyes, smiling softly.
something wasn’t right.
beth. her mind screamed at her. it’s beth.
"no," angie whispered, shaking her head. "it’s not-"
"angie," the woman said again, stepping closer. angie took a step back, mumbling "no" and "it can’t be", her eyes running wild over the woman’s body thin body, her tired face.
and then everything stopped. her heart stopped beating, her lungs stopped working, her mind shut down.
"but i saw the-"
beth was standing right in front of her, smiling. “i’m not.”
beth clutched her cheek, staring at the fuming woman before her. angie’s dark eyes staring right back, hurt and confused and oh so angry.
the older woman turned around, rubbing her face in frustration. they stayed in silence, none moving, none saying a word.
"look at me," beth asked after a while, her cheek still stinging. her heart still stinging.
"i can’t," angie said, whimpering. "i can’t." beth walked around her, standing in front the now crying woman.
"look at me angie," she asked again, whispering.
so angie did.
she looked at beth, and without much thinking crashed her lips against hers, earning to have that lost feeling she had searched for so long.
angie cupped her face, pulling beth impossibly closer and closer; beth’s arms wrapped around her waist, feeling the synthetic fabric of the woman’s wedding dress.
a wedding dress.
beth broke the kiss and rested her own hands on angie’s, slowly pulling them down.
"angie," she whispered, looking at angie’s eyes. she brought one of her hands to angie’s cheek, stroking it slowly with the back of her hand.
angie closed her eyes, letting herself drown in the feeling of beth so close to her, touching her. it’s been too long, too fucking long.
"are you happy?"
angie opened her eyes and stared at beth.
"you’re getting married," beth said and twirled a lock of the woman’s hair between her fingers. "i thought i could have you again, but it’s not possible anymore," a single tear slid down her still red cheek. "and it’s okay, because i don’t expect you to throw it all away and come running to me, it’s not fair."
angie said nothing.
"you met someone new and you clearly love her because i know how much you’re scared of this kind of commitment."
"so i think you are happy, and that’s all i asked myself for this entire time. is she happy? is she okay? and you are." beth stroked her cheek again.
"i wanted to see you and thank god i did because just look at you, you’re so beautiful." beth chuckled lightly and looked down at angie’s white dress. "not as beautiful as when you’re wearing that horrible baggy sweater of yours in the mornings but…" she smiled softly. "you still are so very beautiful."
angie mirrored beth’s smile and bit her lip, shaking her head.
"how can i do this now?"
"with your head held high and that cocky smile on your lips."
angie laughed and nudged beth’s shoulder playfully.
"you’re a little shit."
they looked at each other, their smiles dropping.
"go down the aisle and marry that woman," beth said and wiped angie’s tears away. "she seems great and you need great."
beth smiled and kissed angie’s cheek, lingering for a long moment.
"mazel tov," she said grinning and left the room. angie stood there alone for a while, touching her own cheek. it wasn’t a dream, beth was really there.
what would she do now?