Part 4

                                    

                                              
7 years ago contninued :-
                          
I wake up with a jolt, sweating profusely.
I glance up at the clock and notice that its only 6 a.m. 
                          
I take deep breaths trying to calm down myself.
A wet dream about him and that too on his wedding day, when he will officially and legally become hers.
'Whats wrong with me?', I question myself.
I can't allow myself to have dreams like that. Its wrong ... so so wrong.
                          
Thinking back about the dream ... it felt so real. I still could feel myself burning with desire and that too for him.
                          
Ughh ... stop! stop! stop! You can't think like that. 
'I am just feeling horny and its time to get laid', I convince myself.
                          
'Once I let out my pent up frustration, I won't have anymore wet dreams about him', I reason with my brain.
                          
Its not the first time I had dreams about him. The problem is ... it has never been this intimate or vivid ever.
                          
I know I won't be able to sleep anymore today so I decide to go for jogging.
It might even help me clear my mind.
                          
Opening my wardrobe, I pull out a knee length tights and a tank top. I brush my teeth, change my clothes quickly, pull my hair in a messy bun and put on my nike shoes ...
Grabbing my iphone and ipod I quickly leave my room.
                          
Its already 8 o'clock by the time I return home.
"Good Morning Kate! You are up early today.", my mom greets me as soon as I enter home.
Nodding, I lowly mouth back "morning mom", before bending down to kiss her cheek. I stand a couple inches taller than her at my 5' 8" height.
                          
"Come I will lay your breakfast on the table", my mom says as I follow her to the dining room.
                          
After finishing my breakfast, I go back to my room to freshen up and get ready.
                          
The wedding is at 12 : 30 p.m. 
Its half an hour ride from here.
And my flight for Los Angeles is at 9 p.m. 
                          
After nearly one hour of shower, I step out of the washroom.
I blow dry my hair and open my closet to pull out my outfit for the wedding. Its a peacock blue strapless dress that ends a couple inches above my knees.
It fits me like a globe and it is layered all the way down ... in simple words its beautiful.
                          
I change into the dress and go to sit infront of the mirror ...
I curl my hair at the ends, apply eyeliner, mascara and blood red listick ... it goes well with my pale skin.
Opening my jewellery box, I put on a diamond pendant and sterlings.
                          
Glancing at the clock, its 11:30 a.m. now.
                          
Its time to go and I am starting to feel weak once again, my resolve trying to break.
                          
'I can do this, I can't allow myself to feel weak', I say to myself.
With this thought in mind, I grab my clutch and car keys and leave the room.
                          
Its time to face the most difficult moment of my life till now.
To watch him drift way farther than before ...
To watch the dream of "us together" shatter once again before my eyes. 
                          
Author's Note :-
                          
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