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RE The Business Deal As he left he heard her door burst open. To his own shock and surprise, he did not turn to face her when she began to berate him. He wasn't surprised by it, it was a view that many people had and although he didn't want to hear it he knew that she was going to say it at some point regardless. He stopped in his movements as he listened intently to every single detail she left for him. But then he heard it, the dreaded words that almost brought tears to his eyes that he wasn't a good person. She didn't say it directly but he knew that she had intended that meaning. He brought his head down and contemplated answering her outburst then and there. Instead he just took the blow, having said more then enough at the dinner table. He waited for her to slam the door shut and then closed his eyes making the cruelly short distance to his room. He shut the door softly behind him and waded into the middle of it. He felt dizzy and light headed. He felt like vomiting, but couldn't bring himself to do anything. He brushed the forming moisture out of his eyes and collected himself. He undressed as he made his way to the bed and climbed in. Oh how fun this coming day was going to be he thought in his generic sarcasm laced tone. His tuxedo covered his body just a little too tightly, forming an extra vice that made him all the more incapable of escaping this predicament.Predicament was putting it mildly as he saw it. He took his shades off as he looked into the mirror situated in the bathroom, his face now visible to the world once more. He looked away unable to deal with himself at the moment. He sighed heavily and made his way towards the alter. He had to admit that she looked gorgeous in that dress, her golden hair seeming to bring out this unnatural shine in the outfit itself. He still couldn't believe this was happening. Any of it. His mind still pinned for him to desperately wake up from the haze of sleep. But he knew deep, deep down that no such luck was to be had. He wanted to speak to her tell her that he was sorry again. Yeah its true he didn't like artists but that never excused how he handled that one. He thought she could take it but, something told him that his words effected her a lot more then he thought they would. With the room quiet and the minister ready to begin, he knew this was his last opportunity to escape, but knew that he would never take it. As much as his body urged him to. His chest tied into knots. He was able to lie through the entire production. Saying I do, I will, and blah blah blah. But now, now was the part that you couldn't fake. The part where everything rested upon one single action at one single moment. He closed his eyes as the minister told him that he could kiss the bride. He released a closing breath and slung forward, ready for the plunge. He knew she would slug him latter for it but he knew he had to keep up appearances, bringing his lips forward to kiss hers. It would have been passionate if he left in one single ingredient Feeling. But he didn't have it, and it caused the kiss to feel hollow. The crowd cheered around them. He he looked out at the crowed he perused through the guests with his eyes. Other then Blake, who had managed to be his best man, all of his friends weren't there. He made sure to ask that they were given notice but in spite of that none of them came. As he thought about it honestly he wasn't surprised but he was beyond disappointed. The next thing he knew was the two of them were right smack dab in the middle of their big after wedding party. Everyone there seemed to be enjoying themselves at least for the most part. Which was great for the guests but there was no way he could fake being happy now. Something told him that she was going to have a hard time at that as well. The large group of them sat down to the dinner portion, tables were arrayed across the floor of the huge room. It was like a sea of tables and chairs, and he was smack dab in the middle of the storm. He and his wife sat with her parents and his, and his uncle. He looked across the table at his father, it had been the first time he had seen him out of the hospital in a long time. A very long time. He watched him eat for a moment, noticing that he was a little sickly his skin pale. Other then that he looked fine. Donovan couldn't help but smile at that. He went back to starring at the hodgepodge of rich foods that were on his plate. Potatoes, steamed carrots, roast beef, chicken. Couldn't they have just gone out for a burger? Considering that this meant so little to the bride and groom. But he guessed that they wanted to keep appearances. He twiddled his thumbs for awhile as everyone else was cheering, laughing, eating, and being everything that indicated a happy occasion. He scoffed internally and hoped that like a dental filling replacementit would all be over soon.