~ Past separated them, now pain will bring them together.~
A teenager Sofia Hayden, experiencing her falling apart family isolated herself slowly from everything that she held dear, especially from her best friend Max Wilder who had just realized hi...
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After Max's out-of-the-blue declaration of getting married, right then and there, everything that occurred in the next hour was a catastrophic blur.
Sofia remembered walking after Max, following his long strides into the magistrate's office, signing some papers that she didn't bother to read. But there was some kind of a post-nuptial Max had announced in an emotionless tone that said how much she was about to get if she were to divorce him. His voice had been full of sarcasm, but for the life of her, she could only see his lips moving and no word made any sense to her ear. It was almost as if he had been looking forward to having her divorce him soon. Well, she didn't care anymore.
Sofia found herself not bothering about the twists and turns of Max's mind, about his misunderstandings and games anymore. Perhaps because she had surrendered herself to the woes life offered, for she simply had no other option.
At some point, she felt her brain shutting down from all kinds of sensible thoughts. It might be the effect of the magistrate congratulating them on thewedding ceremony being completed.
"Congratulations, Mr. and Mrs. Max Wilder. Wishing you a very happy married life ahead."
Her ears rang.
"Thanks," muttered Max with a smile as fake as Botox. The magistrate seemed satisfied anyway. Clearly, he was used to performing impetuous weddings like this.
Sofia couldn't bring herself to say anything out of gratitude when the magistrate gave her a glance, though he looked away after a while, an act of politeness. She was one of the Wilders, after all. People were bound to give her respect from now on—all people, she thought, except herself.
From next to her, Max cleared his throat. "Let's go."
Sofia knew she should have said something in return, like—"sure, honey! Let us step into our eternity filled with love and happiness."
Cheesy.
A part of her mind that found hilarity out of everything, chuckled. But Sofia only sighed.
Was she going insane at this point?
The magistrate, on the other hand, threw her a small but earnest look of worry, seeing the absence of any emotion on her face.
And that tiny bit of worry from a stranger seemed surreal to Sofia. It made her feel an overwhelming urge to cry.
This world is a pretty weird place. Sometimes, people from whom we expect a lot turn their backs on us in time of need. But then, surprising us, mercy comes from strangers instead.
