The Blackened Odds by Mark Twain 10
Chapter 10
Adrian and I got married quietly. No big spectacle, no cameras. Just sunlight, and the people we loved.
I wore a dress Adrian had designed for me. Not some store-bought designer dress. He’d spent three months working on the details.
He’d hand-embroidered the hem with the first complete piece I’d ever written-the one I’d written after everything fell apart, and I started over.
He knew every scar I carried, and he cherished the strength it took to heal them.
When we said our vows, he held my hand. His eyes were wet.
“Lily, I promise to cherish you. Through the quiet days and the chaotic ones. I’m yours.”
I couldn’t stop smiling, even through the tears.
The years that followed were good. We wrote music and traveled. We saw places I’d only ever dreamed
about.
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The film I scored did well when it came out. I won Best Original Score for it at the International Film Festival.
At the ceremony, when I went up to accept it, I looked out at the audience. Adrian was smiling at me from his
seat.
I told them he was the reason I could do any of it.
We had a son. He looked just like his father. Quiet, with Adrian’s gentle smile. His fingers were long and
quick, born for the keys.
I’d stopped chasing the dreams I used to have. When he started reaching for the keys, I told him what I
wished someone had told me.
“Do whatever makes you happy. Your dad and I will be here, no matter what.”
My hands never went back to what they’d been. But I could still play simple things for him as he grew up.
That was more than enough.
Every now and then, I’d hear about Julian. After Adrian and I got married, Julian’s health began to deteriorate. His company tanked. People said he’d turned cold. Unpredictable.
He went after the Summers with a scorched-earth vendetta. He destroyed them. Vivian’s father took his own life. Her mother died not long after. Vivian broke down and ended up on a psychiatric ward.
Julian never married again. No one ever saw him with anyone else. He just worked, like he was trying to
work himself into the ground.
Some people thought he was punishing himself. Others thought he was waiting for me to change my mind.
They were all wrong. What we had was gone. There was no getting it back.
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A few years later, Adrian and I brought our son back home to see family. We ran into Julian at a restaurant.
He sat alone in the corner, at a table set for two. Untouched plates filled the table-all my favorite dishes. He
wasn’t eating, just staring at the empty chair opposite him.
He looked thin. Gray at the temples. He looked twenty years older than he should’ve. Nothing like the man I
remembered.
When he saw us, he froze. His eyes went to the little boy holding my hand. Something broke in his face.
My son looked up at me. “Mom, why is that man crying?”
I stroked his hair, but didn’t answer. I took his hand, and we walked past Julian’s table.
I didn’t look back.
Outside, the sun was bright. It felt warm on our faces as we stepped into the street.
Julian stayed in that dim corner, trapped in the shadows of his own regrets.
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