Chapter 4: After the Wedding, Gone
He puffed up, looking smug. But my big, proud brother was out there simping for the golden girl every day. I watched him go through it, day after day.
When she got sick, he’d drive like a maniac at ninety down the interstate, pedal to the floor, to see her—only to walk in and find the golden couple making out in the hospital room. I knew it killed him.
He’d slam the car door, stomp up the stairs two at a time, only to stop dead in the doorway, bouquet in hand. He’d stand there, frozen, looking like he wanted to disappear. On her birthday, my brother spent half his savings on a dazzling sapphire for her. But he still couldn’t compete with the ring the golden boy made out of a piece of wild grass. That stung.
He tried to laugh it off, but I could see it stung. He’d force a grin, but his eyes always gave him away. After that, my brother hated broke guys with a passion.
He’d mutter about “cheap punks” under his breath, but he never stopped hoping. Even after getting rejected by the golden girl a hundred times, he’d still laugh it off. “Your brother’s a catch. One day, she’ll come around.” He’d say it like a joke, but there was always a little hope in his voice.
He’d wink at me, putting on a brave face. Then the next day, news of the golden couple’s wedding was everywhere. He pretended not to care, but I knew better.
It was all over Facebook, every group chat buzzing. My phone wouldn’t stop lighting up. That night, my brother disappeared. Just like that. Gone.













