Falling to Pieces

She stood at the back of the crowded room not hearing the speech going on by the best man, not hearing the laughter and merriment going on around her, she just heard the voice in her head telling her it was over. Well and truly done.
She felt her heart clench in pain as she knew that her life was one big joke. She would never have what she dreamed for. It was a cruelty to watch people to start to live their dreams all around her.
Heart pounding she felt a sharp pain slice through her chest and she gasped.
One hand fluttered to her neck and her green gaze shot up to where her friend was sitting, grinning from ear to ear as he sat with his new wife.
Sweat broke out on her brow and she felt as if she could not breath. People were too close. It was too hot. Her heart pounded harder and she gasped feeling cold and hot at the same time.
She was dying. She knew it.
Fear lanced through her and with one last look at her smiling friend she fled out the back doors into the night.
Cool air washed over her sweat soaked skin and a hard chill raced through her body.
She could not stop trembling and she felt sick to her stomach. Fear was her friend tonight.
She felt that she was worthless. She was nothing but a door stop, holding the door open to happiness for all those around her but when it was her turn the door was slammed in her face.
She was truly happy for her friend. Love was a magical thing and if you can find it, then hang on to it and she knew he would be happy.
But what about her?
What about her!
She sank down into a white plastic chair in the dark garden of the reception hall and she began to cry.
She needed to be gone.
Away.
Disappear.
She was falling to pieces and people were noticing.
Time to go.