The Wrong Girl

"Devlin, i am someone's fiancee and soon to be married. I appreciate your feelings, i really do, but i love my man. I cannot waste all that i have built with him just to test something that I am not even sure of." Sharleen said in a weak voice. "Are you telling me you don't feel this?" he pointed at himself then at her. "Can't you let me fight for you?" He asked. -------------------- Devlin came back home from the army to attend his friend's wedding. He did not plan on falling in love during that short period. Not when the lady in question is the soon to be bride of his best friend Kevin. Sharleen. Will Devlin pursue his one chance at happiness? Or will he just swallow his feelings and be happy for his best friend?

Devlin sighed in the cab exhausted waiting patiently to reach his destination. It had been a long drive from the airport to his hometown plus the added hours in the plane.

He really craved a warm bath and a decent sleep at that moment but knowing that his mother was at home, he would probably hit the sack after midnight or even get little to no sleep because of her ambiguous stories and curious questions.

He missed his mum a lot. They had talked on the phone occasionally since he knew his mom was lonely after his dad passed away seven years ago. But he had to work. Working in the Army had been his dream since he was a kid, therefore after collage, he applied and was accepted and he's been there since.

Now he was coming home.

Devlin looked through the tinted window of the cab at the familiar buildings that had not changed since five years ago that he had been around. Five years.

Some people that Devlin knew and some that were unfamiliar to him, were busy doing their daily businesses. Different facial expressions mirrored on their faces.

His mind quickly drifted to his best friend, Kevin, the main reason why he was back home.

The son of a bitch was getting married. He grinned.