{Cue (I just) died in your arms by Cutting Crew}

You were there, sitting alone at your friends wedding, with a glass of champagne in your hand. You kept glancing around, taking in the lights, the happy atmosphere and faces in the room; which kept reminding you that you’re the sore thumb that stuck out among them all.

Little did you know, you weren’t the only one. Even tho he was with some of his friends, Eddie sat with a beer in his hand, his hair slightly messy, his shirt unbuttoned slightly at the top and his tie loose. He had his shirt sleeves rolled up, looking around miserably. You noticed him, damn. He was quite the sight…. You quickly swallowed, looking away and looking down. As Eddie continued to glee upon the groom and bride, he noticed you aswell. He felt himself smiling at the sight of you, alone, slightly slouched. His heart softened; for once in his life he felt sympathetic and sweet for something in his life. He fought back on going over, so he shook his head and got rid of the thought. Ofcourse someone like them wouldn’t be caught dead with someone who looks like him.