Break Up

Work.

Work.

Work...

And more work!

Monty sighed.

He was growing tired and sick of all the paper work.

He just wanted to be with Kaitlyn and to snuggle up with her some more.

Come to think of it, there wasn’t anyone who could captivate his attention like Kaitlyn could.

She was just stunning, and beautiful in the way that was mysterious and mystical...

...

Monty was exhilarated.  He was so happy-so excited.  He had just picked out his and his future wife’s wedding ring. He was thrilled.

 Plans had already been set and  his suit was already being made. It was nearing his and Kaitlyn’s wedding and he knew he glowed. He could imagine it now, Kaitlyn walking down the aisle in the most perfect wedding dress. She would look perfect, gorgeous. And he would be there waiting for her. They would saw their vows and then they would kiss. it was going to be perfect it had to be. Kaitlyn deserve nothing less than perfect.

He wanted to watch those yellow eyes twinkle and shine. He wanted to be by this amazing woman side.

 And as he daydreamed and planned little did he know the turmoil that would soon begin.

It happened too sudden, too quickly. Too fast for an event such a was  to be over this soon. And it didn't and it wouldn't. This would not blow over it had to be resolved. At the same time it happened too fast too quick for Monty to register what was happening. Until now. Now he truly did register what was happening to him. The love of his life the girl he had been dreaming of and his former fiance, had abandoned him.

The memories began to wash over him as much as he wanted to bat them away,  he couldn't. They floated over him unrelentless and fierce.

He could still remember her sorrowful eyes. He could remember the turns of her lips as she spoke those accursed words out loud.

“I'm sorry.” That apology was deep and meaningful, yet it was still an apology. it was just an apology. It did nothing the quell the burn in his heart and the creaks in his chest. It did nothing to nurse his broken heart.

Monty didn't understand. Why? Why? Why?

Then she started to explained.

...

“It’s all too fast for me.”

 “I can't.”

 “We need to break up.”

 Then she left.

 Leaving behind my broken heart  and me.

 At the moment I was delirious crazed in the mind.

 I didn't understand.

  In those stressed moments,  I didn't know what to do.

 Then it came to me.

 A beautiful song that was sung by a voice more beautiful than it.

  It rattled my heart and went through my soul.

 I knew.  I knew that song wasn't for me.

 But affected me in ways that even now I  fail to describe.

 It was deep and sorrowful.

 It reached out to me in ways I have never experienced before.

And so I sat there and listened. I listened.

The song was sad. Sad the way I now can understand in a way I couldn't understand before. It was only after a few more lyrics that I realized why.

 It was a song of a heart broken man.

 It was then did I realize how truly broken I was.

It was only after untraceable amount of time did I realize the singing stopped and I was laying in the dark, outside.

This will always remain as an unforgettable memory.

At that time I didn't realize  who sung that song, but later I would come to realize not only  who it was, but also the last time we truly were together and understood one another.

…

I sat melancholy, against a tree. I thought bitterly. This is what my life has come to. The great CEO of Smile, Natso, singing in a tree, isolated. It was sad.

Monty was no doubt celebrating as his and Kaitlyn’s wedding drew nearer, and I could do nothing to stop it.

The only thing that seemed to bring me comfort these days were the moments of peace and quiet I could have, singing. I was strange, to be singing out in the open, where any passerby could here. Though I seriously doubted anybody would be awake at these hours.

So without knowing I had an audience I sung. I sung my heart out. I sung in my home language and weaved my feelings into the song. I could feel the moonlight on my face as notes and words sprung from my mouth. In the beginning it was only a whisper, a soft breath. Then it became stronger.

I sung and I sung, without acknowledging the time that flew by. It wasn’t until I sung my throat raw to the point where I was tripping over the verge of losing my voice did I slow down. Even then I kept singing, albeit more softly and slowly. As the word began to draw to a close and the rhythm of the sung slowed, did I stop. Cautiously and carefully, I slipped down the tree trunk. I was silent in my movements and careful not to make any noise, which was weird considering the fact that, not even a minute ago, I was singing my heart out.

Though what greeted me when I reached the bottom wasn’t just dirt and browed tree leaves, like I was expecting instead it was a man, who was clearly sleeping against the tree trunk. My first thought was how the man had gotten here and fell asleep and continued to be unconscious when he had been making a racket Then I realized it wasn’t any man.

It was Monty.

I was shocked to see my best friend and current rival there. Sleeping.

But I wasn’t stunned enough to not notice the water marks that ran down his cheeks.

He had been crying.

Why would he be crying?

He should be the happiest man in the world to have such a wonderful woman like Kaitlyn by his side.

He must have been crying out of joy.

I didn’t give it another thought. The only reason Monty was crying must of had been from the tears of happiness that sprung out of his eyes. Must be a side-effect from being Kaitlyn’s soulmate and being in love. Unluckily enough, I wasn’t able to enjoy that pleasure. I sounded bitter. Mean even. Yet I wasn’t. Not at Monty anyway, not in the slightest. All the animosity I felt all went toward Kaitlyn, which was weird to say the least. I should be angry and mean toward Monty, not the other way around. I loved Kaitlyn.

But maybe it was the stress of it all or the alcohol to blame, but I couldn’t stop myself from feeling resentful towards Kaitlyn. I couldn't stop myself from hating myself.

Why did I have to fall in love with her?! Why couldn’t I have fallen in love with someone else, anyone else?!

I crumpled to the ground and began to observe and watch Monty’s face.

In the moonlight, his already pale skin turned white, and his silver hair reflected the light.

It was strange to see the man like this.

I have always admired Monty and ever since I met him, I have watched and admired from afar. That is until, I became friends with him and the CEO of Smile. Ever since then, we have become the best of friends, but Monty has always had his strong and professional air. It was weird, strange, to see him in such a vulnerable state, which was further accentuated by his tear tracks. It was interesting. He was so relaxed when sleeping, though I couldn’t figure out why I thought it was unusual. It should be normal for people to relax and loosen up when sleeping. It was probably the fact that I had never seen Monty actually relax. It seemed to always be a time where Monty had to worry about something. Whether, the company or Kaitlyn.

Strange.

All of a sudden, I had the urge to lean in toward the man.

I was stopped when I noticed the flushed pinkiness that adorned his cheeks. It wasn’t horrible, not by a long shot, but it made me wonder if he was chilly. It was a bit cold.

Maybe I should bring him inside…

Then he stirred.

I quickly shot out of there, hiding behind the tree and I felt my face grow hot, which I had no idea why.

He woke up.

He stretched.

He yawned.

And all the while I watched, subconsciously comparing him to an animal.

Or more specifically, a cat.

I guess I made the connection from seeing his lean form, which was usually covered up by a bulky suit, stretch. It was weird I realized how he always wore a suit, yet usually never showed up in front of the public’s eye. He was usually holed up in his office working on computer things. He was too much of a workaholic.

Currently he was wearing the waistcoat which didn’t really fit him well, but was slightly better than the heavy suit. I didn’t know why he always wore the thing, but then again, Monty’s choices in fashion were a bit skewed.

I stared, and watched as he got up and left.

Instead of following him back to the company, like I had previously planned before, I climbed back up the tree and dreamed.

...

I sighed.

I had to bear another one of Monty’s ramblings and extremely long tangents on how wonderful and perfect and adorable she was. As if he hadn’t known just how amazing she was.

I was growing sick and tired of hearing him all the time. And even if I wasn’t in love with Kaitlyn, It still would have been painful.

I was sure Monty had exhausted his entire, genius, supply of vocally words that had meant everything positive.

My head was probably filled with romantic lines and poems and songs.

Thinking about it all, made my head hurt.

Which was why after having a general routine of having my ears get blown off and my heart furiously throbbing out of jealousy for a couple of months, I was surprised to see that Monty wasn’t being lovesick because of Kaitlyn. It would of been a blessing if Monty didn’t look like the entire world had collapsed.

To others it may have gone unnoticed with the exception of an extra, small wrinkle that adorned his handsome face if they looked closely. But to me I could see it clearer than day that he was upset.

Usually when something was wrong it took a couple of days to blow over, for Monty to lose a little steam and for him to relax a bit. Then, he would tell me about whatever troubles he had and then we would resolve the problem one way or another.

This time, Monty didn’t relax. His shoulders and stance didn’t loosen and the wrinkles didn’t smooth out. In fact, I was sure that the stress lines and tension in his body actually tightened and stretched. His entire aura seemed to wear thin.

Even the employees at Smile began to see the changes in Monty and soon everyone even complete strangers could see how down the man was.

So for the first time, I confronted him.

“Monty.”

He looked up his eyes weary and sad.

What could have done this to him? I thought.

What could have done this to happy, in love, engaged Monty?

It scared me.

I almost didn’t want to know.

A chill ran through my spine.

Did I want to know?

Before I could question myself anymore, I spoke.

“Monty what’s going on? Are you okay?”

I already knew the answer to the second question it was very much clear that Month was not okay.

It was made even more apparent by what he did next.

When I had asked Monty, I wasn’t expecting a straight up reply. Monty usually never showed when he was upset and even less did he ever tell me about it even after I had asked.

I expected at least some type of struggle of conflict, but that wasn’t what I got. Quite the opposite in fact.

“Me and...and...Kaitlyn broke up.”

I gaped.

I didn’t even know that was possible. I didn’t think that people broke up as fiancés. When darting yes and being boyfriend and girlfriend, yes, but as fiancés? I thought breaking up then, just didn’t happen!

But what really shocked me was that specifically Kaitlyn and Monty broke up.

They seemed to love one another too much for that to happen.

“You’re joking.”

He wasn’t. I knew this in my heart. Only something this drastic could have affected Monty this much.

With Monty’s nod of confirmation. A dark evil feeling rose up in me. I felt glad, happy even. I squished the emotions without a second thought. He wouldn’t be happy in his best friend’s misery.

“You or Kaitlyn?”

He knew what I was asking and that I already knew the answer.

Monty loved Kaitlyn too much to break it off with her.

Still he replied.

“Kaitlyn.”

And that was that I left, curbing the temptation to jump up and down or to slap myself.

Maybe this was whatever deity or god or force up there’s way of giving me a chance to make me feel happy.

I grimaced at the thought.

I shouldn’t be so selfish!

The right way of the way that would help Monty would be to find out the reason why Kaitlyn broke it off and to fix whatever problem she had going on and then put her back with Monty once again. But the thought of doing that made me more than a little nauseous.

Well.

If I couldn’t help Monty and trying my luck out on my best friend’s former fiancé wasn’t an option either, what was I to do?

After thinking on it some more I decided to do nothing.

Nothing was the best option in my mind.

I wouldn’t betray Monty or my heart.

I would watch and observe how it played out and then I would go from there.

If they stayed apart, great.

If not, then I guess I would forever mope and try to move on, if I could.

But no matter what I would never betray Monty, especially not for a chance.

Or that’s what I thought.

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