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I finally made my way to the church, which to me seemed forever. I quickly got out of the car but I tripped and grazed my right knee on the ground. I swore at the pain I was feeling. I ran – well hopped over to the passenger side of the car. I carefully held Michael into my arms and I made my way over to the church. But I stopped halfway at the sight before me. I was too late. Mark and Lou had already married, they were posing for the photographer. I didn’t realise that the note I had written to Mark on the way over; had fell out of my jeans pocket. I was gonna use that as a guide but it was too late. I was too late all because of a stupid traffic jam. Tears welled up in my eyes as I leaned down at Michael gurgling. I apologised to him. I walked away, not noticing the note laying onto the ground. The tears, which threatened to fall, began falling down my face, my heart was breaking. I knew at that moment I wouldn’t love anyone else I had fallen head over heels for Mark too deep. That moment I knew that it was the last time I would see Mark. I whispered to the wind that I loved him and only him for the rest of my life. He had made his choice and I had to respect that. What I didn’t realise had I stayed another minute, I would have seen Lou with the actual groom. Mark had objected to the wedding and Lou had found love with someone else. (She had been cheating on Mark for quite a while it seems). I placed Michael in his car seat once again and I drove off. I never saw Mark chasing after the car, holding my note tightly in his left fist. “Mark please. Reconsider this. Don’t marry Lou. I love you with all my heart and soul so much it’s killing me. I’m moving away from London and I’m taking our son. Please tell me you feel the same? Emma.” Right now? I see your tortured face full of pain and anger. I reached out to brush my hand on your cheek, wiping away the tears. Don’t waste your tears on me. I’m so cold, I can’t see you anymore. I can feel you holding me close to you. I can hear you crying my name. The police had just arrested the shooter, he held up a bank that we were in while Miriam was looking after our son. He was about to shoot the security guard when I appeared in his way, taking the bullet. I heard your anguished voice screaming my name as the bullet penetrated my heart and I know I don’t have much time, I’ve lost so much blood and most of it has spilled on your clothes. I only have the strength to say that I love you – my husband. Thank you for the past wonderful 4 years that you have given me. I gave in to darkness, your voice fading as I fell asleep. My love. “Heaven took back my angel. Here lies my wife. I’m coming for you soon – your ever loving husband – Mark Feehily.” |