It was a beautiful spring day, it was perfect, a slight breeze, the sun was shining and at every corner were flowers in bloom. Lorelai did not know very many guests in the small church somewhere in the countryside of England. She didn’t know any woman that would be her bridesmaid, but those were just this English nonsense.
But nothing of this mattered right now, John was an hour late. She was trying to stay calm and remember the wonderful moment.
The day John proposed to her, they were in Wales and the hot summer day got interrupted but a heavy shower. They were soaked through all layers of clothes, but it didn’t matter. In this wee alley he got down on one knee and…
“My dearest Lorelai, here I am on my knee and I will promise you to honour you and love you forever, I will grant you every wish you ever have, is you give me the pleasure of becoming my wife.”
No matter that it rained, Lorelai felt never happier in her life.
And now here she was… alone in this church. He wouldn’t leave her like this.
“Miss it is two hours the groom is late, and we can’t reach him anywhere…” The pastor looked concerned at her.
“He will be here any minute, let’s just wait a little longer…”
Lorelai tried not to burst out into tears right here, but the time passed, the sun set and Lorelai walked down the aisle not the way she expected it. It was the walk to her own funeral, in her beautiful, simple white long wedding gown. A dress he would never see.
“Ladies and Gentlemen I’m here… to inform you that… The wedding is off!”
There was mumbling and whispering but Lorelai didn’t care. She ran back the aisle and took the first car she found unlocked. There was nothing in this church she wanted to keep. She had money and one of her passports. The perfect day ended with a disaster, it started to rain. Lorelai drove to all the way to Newcastle not sleeping or eating all she did was drive, drive to the harbour. She would go back, back to where she belonged, not in this God damn country they drove on the wrong side of the road. When she was in her cabin on the ferry back to Germany she took of the dress and cried, cried for everything he had made her feel, cried for every moment with him, and cried for every moment they could have had. She would never ever let this happen to her again. She would never let a man pouch her heart again.
The ferry docked in Hamburg and the tough, sweet BND agent was gone and the hot, self-confident chick stepped down the walkway. She would not let anyone hurt her again.
Lorelai looked at the city…
I would have killed for you, I would have let you die before me so you don’t have to suffer by living without me. But I was nothing than a toy for you.A gentle breeze stroke over Lorelai’s face. It felt like the soft touch that once used to push her blond hair behind her ear. Something she would never feel again.
“Let’s get back to work.”
Lorelai walked to the taxi stand and drove with the ugly beige car into her future.