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⋆Prologue༄

Hello everyone!
𝙸𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎𝚗'𝚝 𝚢𝚎𝚝, 𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚘𝚙𝚎𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚟𝚘𝚕𝚞𝚖𝚎.

𝙲𝚞𝚛𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚕𝚢, 𝙸'𝚟𝚎 𝚐𝚘𝚝 𝚌𝚘𝚟𝚒𝚍 (𝙸 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠, 𝚜𝚞𝚌𝚔𝚜), 𝚜𝚘 𝙸'𝚖 𝚘𝚏𝚏 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚔. 𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚐𝚒𝚟𝚎𝚜 𝚖𝚎 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚕𝚘𝚐𝚞𝚎, 𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚌𝚑 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚍 𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚘𝚠.

𝙸 𝚌𝚊𝚗'𝚝 𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚎𝚟𝚎 𝚠𝚎'𝚛𝚎 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚝 𝚟𝚘𝚕𝚞𝚖𝚎. 𝙸 𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚕 𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚊𝚕!

𝙸'𝚖 𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚕𝚘𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚎, 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚖𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚊𝚝 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚏𝚛𝚎𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎𝚜. 𝙸𝚝'𝚜 𝚏𝚞𝚗𝚗𝚢 𝙸 𝚜𝚊𝚒𝚍 𝙸'𝚖 𝚝𝚊𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚔 𝚝𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚝𝚑𝚎 21𝚜𝚝 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝙸 𝚖𝚒𝚜𝚜 𝚠𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚜𝚘 𝚖𝚞𝚌𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝙸'𝚖 𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔, 𝚕𝚘𝚕.

𝙴𝚗𝚓𝚘𝚢 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚖𝚎𝚖𝚋𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚘 𝚟𝚘𝚝𝚎.

𝙊𝙥𝙚𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙨𝙤𝙣𝙜: 𝙹𝚊𝚖𝚎𝚜 𝙱𝚊𝚢 — 𝚄𝚜

“𝚆𝚎 𝚞𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚎 𝚔𝚒𝚍𝚜 𝚕𝚒𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚔𝚒𝚌𝚔𝚜
𝙸𝚗 𝚌𝚒𝚗𝚎𝚖𝚊 𝚜𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚜, 𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚝𝚘 𝚔𝚒𝚜𝚜
𝚁𝚞𝚗𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚎𝚎𝚝𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚙𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚐𝚘𝚕𝚍
𝚆𝚎 𝚗𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚍 𝚠𝚎'𝚍 𝚐𝚛𝚘𝚠 𝚞𝚙 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜.”

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𝓡𝓪𝔂𝓷𝓪

The weather couldn't have been any more convenient today. The sun pierces through multicoloured, stained-glass windows, and soaks the sumptuous church with its golden rays. Flowers of white, mainly roses and lilies of the valley, lighten the nave alike the sides of the church. The view is breath-taking. The air smells so fresh and floral.

I feel my hand being gripped harder, so I turn my head to Connor and reciprocate the gesture. We both can't believe that we're here, but we are, just like the others, all of us soignée, as the circumstances require.

I hold my breath when the organist begins to play, and a delicate melody flows through the air from above the sturdy, sculpted pillars. It's a profoundly important day, therefore Davina, with some help from all of us, planned everything so it would be perfect — just like she wanted it to be. Just like it ought to be.

The mighty entrance door opens with a clank, and everyone that gathered here, turns their heads behind their shoulders. The sun spills into the inside of the church, creating a lengthy path of light, through which she begins to walk.

The music becomes more familiar — My heart will go on by Céline Dion, and the chorus pours their angelic voices into each fragile note, turning this moment into an emotional scene of true beauty.

I'm endeavouring to hold my tears as I look at her. She's clad in a heavenly dress, the petticoats of which only enhance its floaty appeal. The bodice is as sublime as the waves she'd had her hair styled into. I only wish she hadn't dyed the lavender strands back to brown, but I couldn't blame her for making this decision. She wanted to look grown up, after all, this is going to be one of the most unforgettable days of her life.

As the crowd observes her from their rammed pews, she tightens the grip around the flowers she's holding. She looks really nervous, but who wouldn't be?

I smile through tears when I see him walk by her side. Attired in a fine suit, he presents himself all matured and dignified. I would've always thought that it would be him — Will — standing with her in front of an altar, holding her hand, but life has a way of surprising even the most of omniscient people, and that's exactly why we found ourselves here in the first place.

Connor pulls me closer and kisses the top of my head as Nathan wraps his arm around Davina's waist. They look astounding together. It would be ideal, I must admit. This day would be flawless and beyond fantabulous, if only the music was being played for them. If only the flowers weren't sympathetic and Davina's dress was snowy rather than black, but we had no ability in changing the truth. The accident was fatal, and now she was laying down the flowers, saying her first but also last goodbye to someone she loved the most — her parents.

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𝚂𝚘 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚍𝚘 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚔 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚕𝚘𝚐𝚞𝚎? 𝙻𝚎𝚝 𝚖𝚎 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚡