Damn Your Eyes

Chapter I

The music starts. All the guest rise. Here she comes. The beautiful gown she's wearing clearly showing her amazing figure. The smile she bore lit up the room as she walked arm in arm with her father down the aisle to 'Here Comes the Bride' blaring from the organ. I looked over at my best friend, Neil, who had the goofiest grin on his face. I couldn't help but chuckle to myself.

I glanced out to the crowd. My eyes landed on the most beautiful woman. I couldn't help but stare. The sweetest smile was on her face as she watched the teary eyed bride. Feeling my gaze she looked in my direction and we locked eyes. Her beautiful gray eyes bore deep into mine. Those eyes. One of her many unique features. They could make even the toughest man turn into mush. I flashed her a small smile and she quickly looked away. I'd be lying if I said that didn't make my heart twitch a little. But I didn't take my eyes off of her. God she's beautiful.

"You may now kiss the bride."

The guest cheered as Neil and his beautiful bride Cynthia shared their first kiss as a married couple. I looked over at them and smiled. I'm really happy for my boy. He's come a long way from the boy that he once was. He's a man now, and that's all thanks to Cynthia.

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'Every morning you rise and open your eyes

I just wanna be there with you baby

I just wanna be yours from this day forth'

I looked on from the bar as the newlyweds shared their first dance. Well kind of. They're more singing to each other than they are dancing. The reception hall is decorated with a Tiffany's blue, white and silver color scheme with hundreds of white roses strategically placed all around the room and on the tables. Definitely Cynthia's doing. Neil told me he wasn't a fan of all the flowers she was planning. He even went as far to say that he would put up a fight to stop it. I see who won.

I haven't seen her since all of the guest exited the sanctuary to make their way to the reception hall. Harley. That's her name. Like the infamous Batman villain, not the motorcycle company. That's what she told me when I first met her. I couldn't help but laugh a little. The angry look on her face caused me to quickly shut up. And I damn sure wasn't laughing the year she made me dress up as 'her lover', The Joker for Halloween. Although she did look really good in that Harley Quinn costume. For some reason she hated when people thought her parents named her after a motorcycle. Even though, considering Harley's birthday and the first appearance of the super villain on the show, they probably did get her name from the motorcycle company. But don't tell her that. Plus she thought linking her name to Dr. Harleen Quinzel gave her a bit of an edge. Not that she really needed it. Trust me this girl has more 'edge' than she needs.

It doesn't matter that I haven't seen her again. It's not like she would want to talk to me anyways. I know she hates me. Shit I hate me. I still haven't forgiven myself and I probably never will. Those memories are still fresh in my mind.

"Please tell me this isn't happening," she says through tears. "Please tell me that this is all a bad dream. That you didn't do this to me."

I couldn't look at her. I couldn't bare to see the pain I knew was in her eyes. I fucked up. Big time.

"So you're just goin to sit there and not say anything?"

I stayed silent.

"Look at me Blake!" she screamed causing me to finally lift my head and look at her. Her tear stained face caused my heart to ache. Knowing I'm the reason why they were there in first place hurt. There's so much pain in her eyes. Those beautiful gray eyes.