I'm Tired

Chapter 21: The Wedding Pt. 2

I waited with the priest, holding the urge to visit her right now. I would have to wait for the moment she walks down the aisle.

This was a first for me. It's obvious that this is my first wedding, but I mean the fact I'm going to share my life with someone else now. I didn't think I'd ever love someone or vice versa.

For me, dressing extravagantly was done multiple times. For Athanasia, she kept it casual so I'm excited to see her. I'm half worrying that she might show up in some trousers.

I scoffed at the thought of her showing up in a torn wedding dress, acting like that was normal. I insisted on white, while she wanted black. We compromised on the guest wearing black, while we the main two protagonists wear white.

The two colors were complimentary, just like we were.

I have to admit, I have not socialized with many. With not many options, I requested (forced) the whi- Ijekiel to be my groomsmen. Never on close terms, he stood by my side, awkwardly.

Of all things, I just hoped I didn't cry.

When I first met Athanasia, she was strange. She made my heart beat in many directions. As I learned more about her, the more unique she became with every passing day. She felt ancient and playful at the same time and damn, she surprised with every moment we spent together.

Feelings started sprouting, I became more confused of the world I thought I knew. She opened me to a whole new experience and now I was going to spend the rest of my life with her.

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I walked down the aisle, my arm linked with my fathers. I wanted to have a neutral face, you know to look royal and graceful. Unfortunately, I kept smiling every now and then. I gave up, continuing to smile widely.

A veil? What's that? I have a crown, obviously.

I looked over to where Lucas was standing. I was scared and slightly nervous, but all I knew is that I just wanted to be with him.

I'm scared of this commitment. I sometimes wonder where all my courage went for me to have sweaty hands.

Lucas is an idiot for making me feel this way. After this is all over, I'll punch him for making me like this.

I walked up to the altar, making eye contact with him.

"Hi," he whispered. I felt like melting, after hearing his voice for so long (1 week actually).

I whispered back, "Hi."

He grabbed hold of my hands, my freaking sweaty hands.

Stop sweating, I told myself.

"Nervous?" he muttered.

Of course I am, I thought to myself. I nodded slightly. He slowly smiled, while I died (internally).

I was not expecting him to give me a heart attack. As the priest slowly finished, I was awaiting the moment to tell the world that, This bastard belongs to me.

Lucas pops up on different occasions, always there for me. I sometimes don't feel on the same level as him. Every time he's great at something, I try to outbeat him. I try to be better than him. His high ego was something I was envious of. I tried boasting about myself, never feeling any better. Eventually I said, "I'm Tired."

"Then be tired, don't overwork yourself." Lucas looked at me with a smile. "I'd happily pick up the slack for you."

As cocky as he was, he gave good advice and always offered support. The burden that I carried seemed to have fallen, all imaginary, exactly like the tattoo that I tied to myself. Both lives of overworking seemed to have come to an end.

I squeezed his hand, both of us answering the priests with obvious answers.

"You may now kiss the bride," he announced.

Lucas leaned in, kissing me slightly, while the crowd boomed with cheers. Lucas stepped back, taking in my appearance once more, before saying, "I love you."

"I love you too," I muttered.

THE END 

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A/N:

I apologize for not updating after so long but I just wanted to make this chapter perfect for you all to read. I also just wanted to satisfy myself.

E/N:

Don't believe the first part she's spouting, she was obviously procrastinating

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