"The Wedding" (a short story I write for my 10 month anniversary with my bf)
My eyes were closed. I could hear people talking to me; I couldn't focus on the meaning of their words, but their tones suggested that I was needed for something important. I didn't know why, but I couldn't open my eyes, not from an inability but because I just didn't want to. It was like some part of me, deep in my unconscious, was scared of what it would see, even though, from what I could tell, there was no immediate danger, just a sense of urgency. As the minutes slowly passed, the voices around me grew louder and louder, when all of a sudden, someone grabbed my arm and tugged on it. My eyes opened as I yelled from the sudden shock. I was utterly baffled by what I saw.
I saw a girl in a beautiful white gown. Its strapless top accentuated her subtle curves. At about her belly button, the dress started to flow away from her body. On top of that, there was a light layer of lace that covered dark, intricate designs that popped out from the pearly white satin. She wasn't wearing any jewelry, except for a tiny silver chain around her neck with small heart pendent and studded pearl earrings. Her light brown hair was put into a sloppy bun, with curly strands falling down, framing her blushing face. She wore a wreath made of white flowers around the bun in her hair. The lace that flowed from the wreath went behind her fell down just below her shoulders. Her face wore a look of surprise. Despite that, she looked beautiful. The man who was going to marry her today was a lucky man.
The girl who tugged on my arm looked at me, somewhat worried. It was my best friend. I wondered what she was doing at this girl's wedding.
"What," I asked her. Still dazed, I was afraid of falling over, but I regained my balance as she answered.
"You're late. Jason's waiting on you. Don't tell me you're bailing out on us."
"What do you mean? What am I supposed to be doing?"
I felt a touch on my shoulder. I turned my head to see who the hand belonged to. It was another one of my good friends, with many of my other friends behind her. All of them were wearing tacky purple dresses.
She said, "Dude, you need to go or you're gonna miss your own wedding."
I stood still in shock for a couple of seconds, and then turned to the girl I first saw when I opened my eyes. As I took a closer look, I realized that it was only a mirror.
I was the one in the beautiful wedding gown. I had bridesmaids. I was going to be married.
"I guess we should go then." I couldn't stop myself from smiling as I followed my friends.
They walked into a big room. I could see people sitting in pews, but I was stopped by my dad.
"Hey there, baby girl, you ready?"
I was blushing uncontrollably by then, and nodded with excitement. He put his arm out and I rested my hand on his arm as we walked down an aisle, wedding music playing in the background. Well I assumed there was, because the only thing I noticed was the groom. His blonde hair was pulled back into a neat ponytail. His tux had a small white flower that matched my wreath. He was so breath-taking, I was afraid I would pass out before I even got to stand next to him.
As my dad let me go to my place next to Jason, he smiled reassuringly.
As I walked up to Jason, he grabbed my hands gently and gazed lovingly into my eyes. The priest said words I couldn't pay attention to, because all my attention was drawn to him. I was drawn back to the real world as Jason said "I do," his eyes never leaving my face.
The priest then turned to me and asked, "Krystal, do you take Jason to be your lawfully wedded husband? Do you promise to love, comfort, honor, and keep him for better or for worse, for richer or for poorer, in sickness and in health? And forsaking all others, be faithful only to him, as long as you both shall live?"
"I do."
"By the powers invested in me, I now pronounce you man and wife. You may kiss the bride."
Jason leaned in to kiss me, but when his face was only inches from mine, suddenly everything disappeared. I was in a warm bed in a dark room.
I was disappointed. My perfect wedding had only been a dream. As a tear fell down my face, I realized that I was with someone. I looked to see who it was. It was Jason. He was sleeping peacefully, and I couldn't help but smile.
I cuddled up to him, content with the fact that I might not have a perfect wedding, but at least I have him.
As I did so, he kissed my forehead tenderly and whispered in my ear, "I love you, Krystal."
He smiled and drew me closer to him, and I felt the cold touch of his wedding band against my skin.
I remembered. I did have my perfect wedding. It was only a month ago. And now, I was living with Jason in our new house.
I drifted to sleep in his comforting arms.
