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Today was the day. The very day that had been such a big dream for two young teens.
It was told, love can come and go as quick as it was felt, as quick as it becomes a phase. There had been many fortunate beginnings, there had been many unfortunate endings. Many say to indulge in the desire for as much as you can, others will warn that it is a sharpened, double-edged sword. Oh, but for the two?
It was nothing like what the world told them. Not when they were each other's worlds.
It had been a funny first meeting, Wren simply carrying out his duties as a decent student before bumping into a beautiful girl. A pretty, pretty student who bore sweet caramel eyes that struck his own the moment their gazes met.
Until now, he remains to have no answer for what the feeling was. It was a one in a million—it was unique, like no one had ever discovered a name for such thing yet. Was it like fireworks, when the residue of the first meeting lingered in his heart and mind a little longer than it should have that day? Was it like summer, when the weather was unbearably hot, the land of sand too uncomfortable to walk on, yet none distracting him from how she freely basked in sunlight's way? Was it like a breeze of air, when tears welled up in her eyes the moment he knelt down?
Neither.
Neither could compare. Neither could compare to the ring of the bells, when all who had came drifted their gaze—Wren was no different—to the girl who had grown to be a mature woman, to the one who he met that day, to the one who he had sunken deep for, to Tabitha, his soon-to-be wedded wife.
And God help him, because he never believed it'd be possible to love even more than he had already.
A walk so slow, a walk so graceful. Adorned by an intricately woven veil and dress, which trailed ever so beautifully meant to be. Meant to meet, meant to be here, meant to love and be loved. All he could not believe for himself. All that seemed so dreamlike, as if a mere fairytale. There were no existing words for such a moment that felt so light. There were no words for how natural light peeked through the cathedral's frosted windows, transitioning the bride into a goddess, with the world wishing to see such an intimately tender moment too. Had he not been composing himself for the past minutes, he would have bolted to embrace her entire being.
It took even more of Wren to hold the tears when Tabitha had taken a light step up the altar. How could his eyes not threaten to spill at least, when her tinted lips curved upwards so fondly? How could he hold himself from loving her more?
Just a little more, and they would be saying yes. Just a little more, and they would be up in each other's arms, whispering "I love you." again and again, with no means to stop. Just a little more, and the prayer he had been bearing so dearly in his palms everyday would be true. Just a little more, and it would be time.
And when the time came, heaven graced this cathedral... No, heaven was in her lips. Heaven was in their shared touch, when time finally permitted him to gently lift the veil, when time finally permitted them to seal the vows through the very way they know of how to show their devotion for the other. No moment could compare to the pure, unfiltered bliss that had flown through every fiber of his being, and he was sure she felt it too. He was sure that she, despite the cheers and the applause of the guests, felt him and only him, too. Her lips were too divine, it was only natural of man to steal a little more time for her. It was only natural to take time, to take the moment and bury it deep in their hearts. It was only natural, to hear sweet nothings that held all fidelity they needed to know. And it was only natural, that grief will eventually find him.