~We could've had, what we wanted... we could've had it all.

Avalyn's POV.

"Avery! How do I look? Do you think he would like me?" I exclaimed, with excitement dripping off my very existence. I twirled around with my white wedding dress clutched to my chest. I was sqeaking like a teenager! Well, technically I was a teenager.

I loved the dress, as white as the snow, covering anything and everything having sorrow, with a hope of a season soon to come, and a promise of warmth, and somoneone who will sooth him. Love him and love me.

"Ava, you sure that you don't want to run away with me? Maybe, we could find a small apartment far away?" Avery Johnson, my very best and the only friend said in a quiet voice. Seriousness dripping from her.

I turned around from the mirror that I was facing and faced her instead. She was standing by the door of my room, behind me with legs crossed and her shoulder leaning over the door frame.

Tattoos ran from her shoulder to her wrist, covering her right arm completely, which I could see clearly because the black dress she was wearing had sleeves of net completely see through, not intending to hide the ink she had so passionately put on herself.

Those tatoos were there for a reason, to hide something only we knew. She hid her scars and marks deep under that ink just like she hides the truth and the pain deep under her soul. She does not smile that much. But when she does smiles.... I'd rather have her not smile at all. Her smile was for the people to fear, which many did.

But when she smiles to me I can see her cheek muscles straining to stay still. To smile like people usually do when they're happy, but she's not. She's not happy. She doesn't get happy. Thought clearly fake, she cares enough to smile for me, in many occasions, to reassure me and relax me somehow.

I noticed she had a camera in one hand and was filming me. "Have you seen him? Like..." I left my dress on a cushioned chair in my room and touched my burning cheek with both of my hands and continued, "His eyes... how can I leave and never see them again?" I covered my own eyes in embarrassment.

She sighed trying not to roll her eyes at my foolishness. "He's f**king thirty something! Ava! get a grip! He's a pedo or something? And you weird kid! You're something opposite to paedophile. I don't know the term but when a kid is attracted to someone f**king old." I gasped at that and exclaimed, "Avery! Stop!" She just shrugged and looked more annoyed than she usually looked around everyone.

"This had to be done sooner or later Avery, you know it better than me. You know my father he would have married me sooner if he could. I'm just happy I'm not being given off to some old, fat and drooling, drunkard. But my father is a good man." She rolled her eyes at that and scoffed.

"No sh*t." She said sarcastically. She hates my father as much as he hates her. "In fact, I'm quite happy, I don't know why but I am. And excited too... like I'm going to a better place where things would be good!" I said, to distract her from the topic of my father.

"You sound like someone dying. 'A better place.' " I giggled and said "Come on buddy!" She likes it when I call her 'buddy'.

She said nothing for a while, her eyes were hard as though she was thinking hard about something. Then she grunted in annoyence, like she's giving up. "As you wish, but tell me the moment you change your mind. Okay? No matter when. Before the wedding or after or years later. You know I'm right here, right?" She said, concern shadowing her eyes.

I walked to her and hugged her with my arms over her shoulders. Her balance disturbed a bit and the camera tilted to the side, but still recording. "You're always here Ave." I said, in a soft voice admitting it, how lovely this person is, she doesn't even know it herself. "And yes, you'll be the only one that will know, if something happens or goes wrong." Her eyes softened at me.

"By the way, why are you filming me and all this?" I inquired, as I moved away with my hands on my hips, while she fixed the angle of her camera and said, "Memories." I smiled at that.

She always talks about memories and making more of them, like she's going somewhere. Yet she's always here, always. Since the moment we became friends. Avalyn and Avery, both names have similarities, quite much. That's one of the reasons why I approached her even though she's older than me.

As anyone can guess from her personality she pushed me away as she does everyone else. But one night changed everything for us. And since then we're inseparable.

"Your tattoo, does it still hurt?" She asked, I blused at the memory of the words written on my back and shook my head. Just under my left shoulder bade on the furthest left of my back was written in small italic. 'Likewise'

"Why did you get that written on your back?" She asked, I couldn't say it on camera! I whispered the answer. "What? I couldn't hear it obviously!" She said annoyed, which she always is. Or atleast acts like she is.

"These are the first word he said to me." I whispered again but I knew she heard it by the way her eyes widened. "There is no helping you at this point now, is there?" She said is a strange but soft voice. I covered my eyes and cheeks with palms. I knew I was blushing like a pervert.

"Delete it!" I said embarrassed and tried to snatch the camera out of her hand but she was taller than my 5'3 self. There was no winning against her.

"No chance." She exclaimed and chuckled. Which was odd because she rarely does it, and the laughter can't be faked now, is it?

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~P.S, I'm straight but Avery's character makes me wanna go...



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