They say that time changes everything, and that people move on. But, do they really move on, or do they just set things aside and allow themselves to be okay with it? Was I okay with setting things aside and completely moving on, once and for all?



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“He is what?” I said, almost enraged by what I was hearing. “What do you mean ‘Henry is getting married.’ He can’t be getting married.”

I flung myself down on to my over sized black leather sofa and crossed my legs. I shook the leg that landed on top violently back and forth. This so far had been the worst news I had ever been given.

“I thought you would be happy for him Abby,” my mothers voice sounded concerned on the other end of the phone. “Why are you upset dear?”

I could not answer my mother. She could never know the truth about Henry and I. If she were to find out, things would change even more and for the worst. So what was I supposed to tell her? How was I supposed to come up with a valid reason to be getting married.

“It’s just,” I began, before pausing to think a little more about what I was going to say. “It’s just that he did not even tell me he was dating someone, and now all of a sudden he is getting married.”

I took a deep breath. I was convinced with my reasoning, so I was sure that my mother was going to be convinced as well. I wondered if deep down that was more of the reason I was mad, the other other reasons. I did not even know that Henry had a girlfriend, but now he was getting married. This all felt so sudden and I did not know how I was supposed to feel right now.

I knew one feeling I was having though. The man I love is about to marry another woman and there is nothing that I can do about it.

“So,” my mother spoke in a calm voice, I could tell she was trying to calm me down. “You think you can get out of work long enough to come to your brothers wedding.”

“I will see what I can do.” I said in a quiet tone, my eyes on the verge of tears and my heart about to explode from my chest. “I will let you know tomorrow night.”

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“I am on my way mom,” I spoke abruptly into my cell phone as I loaded my suitcase into my car. “I know it is a long drive, but I will get there tonight.”

“The wedding is tomorrow afternoon,” she said in a panicked voice. “You know that Henry will be heart broken if you are not here on the most important day of his life.”

“I will be there,” I said angrily into the phone, thinking about how his most important day was going to be the worst day of my life. “I will get in late tonight, get some sleep and be bright eyed and bushy tailed for the wedding.”

“I hope so dear,” my mother spoke quieter this time. “We will see you in the morning I suppose.”

“Bye Mom.” I said making a kiss noise into the phone, which had become our thing over the years. I then hung up my phone, climbed into my car and prayed that along the way I would be in some serious kind of accident.

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Stepping out of my car I looked down at my watch, it read 2:43am. I could tell by the lights in the house that no one was awake, and I knew I was going to have to be quiet sneaking in. Grabbing my bags I made my way up the front doorway, pushed my key into the doorknob and slowly opened the door. It squeaked, but not loud enough to make any sort of impact.

Once inside, I locked the door behind me and made my way up to my room. I unpacked my bag, setting everything neatly inside my now empty dresser drawers. My mom had decided to use my room as some sort of storage now that I was gone, so there were random boxes here and there. I was not sure why they did not just change the room completely. They did not want to think of us as grown up, so we still had our own rooms, that looked just like they did when we were in high school.

Grabbing my cell phone, I check my messages and realized that I had a text message from Henry. He had sent it to me three hours ago. “I really hope that you make it Abby.” That was all that the message said, but it made me feel like it said so much more.

I knew that the idea that popped into my head next was not the smartest idea, but it was the idea that came to mind and I was going to run with it.

I grabbed a sweater from my bag and slid it over my head, making sure that I was going to be nice and warm and then made my way downstairs and through the house. Soon I was out the back door and on my way up the stairs of the treehouse.

Sitting down in the middle of the treehouse, I felt an aching pain come over me. So many amazing things had happened to me in this treehouse and now it felt empty and cold. Maybe for Henry’s wedding present, I would burn it to the ground so that our lives can move on with the knowledge that nothing had ever happened here.

Ding

I jumped slightly and nearly dropped my phone when it went off in my hand. It was alerting me that I had a new text message.

So are you not coming? Henry texted.

Would it really be that bad if I just sat this one out? I texted him back, asking the question I had wanted to ask him from the start.

I really need you to be here with me Abby. I nearly cried at his words. Why would he need me to be here with him, he had his soon to be wife, he would have all that he needs already, in her.

Then come and find me. I texted back, setting my phone to silent and setting it down beside me.

Burying my head in my lap, I waited. Wondering if he would make it out. If he would be the one who would meet my expectations this time. Holding onto my legs tightly, I tried to warm myself up from the cold as I waited, but nothing seemed to be working. I almost felt about climbing down and going inside, where I at least knew it was warm.

“Marco.”

I jumped slightly as I heard Henry’s voice. Opening my eyes, I noticed that he was standing directly at the door of the treehouse. I had not even heard him make his way up the stairs, even though they were known to squeak when you stepped on them.

“Polo.” I said with a forced smile. Even though it was great to see him, it hurt just as bad.

“I knew you would come,” he said with the biggest smile on his face as he sat down beside me. “Mom said that you were really busy with work and did not know if you could get away, but I just knew that you would find a way to be here.”

“Well it was not easy,” I said trying not to look directly at him, for fear that I would cry. “You did not really give a lot of notice, generally notice for these types of things are needed.”

“Yeah, I know,” he said in a quiet voice, almost as if he was sorry. “We knew that we were rushing, but we just did not want to have a long drawn out engagement.”

“Whatever works best for you,” I spoke softly, choking back tears, though you could hear the thick amount of sadness in my voice.

“Abby,” Henry spoke, as he moved to sit next to me and put his arm around my should.

My body tried to pull away, but he held me tight against his side and forced me to lay my head upon his shoulder. “Why are you sad? Are you mad at me for getting married? Did I do something wrong?”

I shook my head no, as I was unable to speak. He had not done anything wrong. He had fallen in love with a girl that he wanted to marry and that was great. It was me who had done something wrong. It was me who feel in love with my brother, making it impossible for me to love any other man. No matter how many men I dated, none of them every compared to Henry, which is why all of my relationships have failed. So I guess in the end, it was me who was stupid for loving a man that didn’t love me back with equal amounts.

“I am not mad at you,” I said as tears began to quickly make their way down my cheeks. I was so angry at myself for crying, but I could not hold them in. My heart was broken and I could not fight my body’s need to let go of some of the pain. “I am mad at ....”

I could not even tell him why I was mad. He would try to make me feel better and I knew that no matter what he did, I would not feel better. In the end of it all, he was going to get married tomorrow and I was going to go back home to ... nothing. Just another day in the life of me, I suppose.

“Mad at what,” he asked me, genuinely curious as to what I was mad at. “Come on Abby, what are you mad at.”

“I am mad at me okay,” I said in a harsh tone, pulling away from him. I could feel the hurt expression on his face, even though I could not see it. “Are you happy now?”

“Why would that make me happy, knowing that you are mad at yourself,” he asked confused. “Why are you so mad at yourself. You did nothing wrong. Well not that I know of.”

I tired to ignore him. I did not want to tell him how I felt. I did not even want to be here, but I knew that if I had stayed home, one day I would have regretted not coming.

“Please,” he begged, pulling me into him once more and kissing me on the forehead. This only caused me to cry harder.”

“I am mad at myself because,” I paused, I did not want to do this, but I knew that it had to come out now, rather then later. “Because I am so in love with you Henry, that I am so angry that you are getting married. I am angry that I would rather you be alone, then with some girl who is not me. I am angry because I am selfish and want you all to myself even though I can not have you.”

Henry did not answer me. I was unsure if I should keep talking or if I should just leave it at that. Had I said to much? Had I lost my brother forever? Was he now angry at me, for having these feelings bottled up inside of me? The silence that followed was so powerful that I felt like I was going to be sick.

I suddenly felt myself being pulled from the position that I was in, until I was sitting on Henry’s lap, looking down into his eyes. My heart melted and I knew that I would not be able to resist him.

Pulling me toward him, our lips met and things were as they were meant to be for that moment. I was meant to be in his arms, our tongues holding on to one another. Our hands explored and travelled along the clothed body’s of one another, working to rid ourselves of the clothing. Soon we were both naked, our lips only parting long enough to remove our sweaters and shirts from out bodies.

“I need you Henry,” I whispered with such desperation in my voice as I pulled my lips away from his. I looked him in the eyes once more and I could tell that he wanted me too, but there were so many other mixed emotions circling us.

Henry did not speak after that. He only grabbed firmly onto my body and thrust his cock deep inside of me. I gasped at the initial shock of it. I had not expected him to do that, though I knew that was where it was headed.

Wrapping my arms around his neck I rocked my body back and forth on top of him, grinding down, our bodies never disconnecting.

With each movement that I made, he matched me, keeping his cock deep inside of my body. Over and over again, I rocked back and forth on top of his body, my clit grinding against him, becoming more sensitive by the minute, I knew I was going to cum soon, so I only grinded harder against him.

“Oh fuck,” I nearly screamed as my orgasm over took my body. Henry held on tight, and kissed my lips, helping me muffle the potential scream.

Before my body had any time to recover, Henry lifted me up slightly and began to thrust his cock in and out of my soaking wet pussy. I could hear it loudly as he slammed into me and cause another wave of my juices to run down his cock.

His breathing was heavy as he pushed in and out of me, my arms around his neck, holding on for whatever more was to come.

It felt like we had been fucking for hours. Moaning into each others mouths to keep the sounds from travelling further then they needed to. Orgasm after orgasm I continued to ride his cock until finally he was ready to cum deep inside of me.

He did not tell me he was going to cum, he just thrust hard into me and held his cock in as deep as he could. I could feel it throbbing inside of me, releasing his cum deep into my body and this caused me to have another orgasm, before we both collapsed to the ground.

We laid there for a while, before Henry reached for his clothes and quickly got dressed. The look of sadness on his face broke my heart again. Had he not wanted to do this? Before I could find out the answer, he had made his way down the treehouse stairs and into the house.

I laid in silence for what felt like forever, before getting dressed and making my way back inside as well, not ready to face the wedding that was going to break me down for good.

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“And do you Henry ***** ***** take thee Hannah ***** ***** to be your wife, to have and to hold, from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, until death do you part.”

“I...” I watched as Henry and his soon to be wife exchanged their vows. I was not ready for the moment when I was going to lose him forever, and that was when the unexpected happened. “I can’t.”

“You can’t,” Hannah asked with a thick string of anger in her voice. “What do you mean that you can’t.”

“I just can’t,” Henry said turning his head away from her and making his way out of the church. I watched as eyes followed him, but no one did anything to stop him, not even Hannah. So I got up from where I was sitting and I ran after him, stopping him just before he got to his care in parking lot.

“Henry stop,” I yelled after him. I was not sure what I was going to say to him, but I knew I was supposed to chase after him. “What is going on?”

Henry turned to face me, tears running down his cheeks. I knew that he was hurting and I was not sure how to make it any better.

“What has gotten into you,” I said confused, “you need to get back in there.”

“No,” he said abruptly, “What I need is ... you.”

I felt the tears hit the back of my eyes but I was not ready to cry.

“I need you Abby.”