Another Chance To Say... [ON HOLD]

Prologue

She was a vision in white.

He watched as her father walked her down the aisle, slowly, in time to the bridal march being played by the harpist. She was moving in slow motion, seeming to float above the ground. She had a veil over her face, but it didn't obscure the beautiful smile she wore. Her wedding dress was simple, just a sleeveless boat neck A-line skirt style with a belted waist, but it fit her personality; that was the kind of woman she was: simple yet radiated such timeless and classic beauty and elegance.

He watched as she neared the altar, the guests who were standing from their seats held their breaths the entire time she walked, it seemed. They waited as her father handed her hand to him. The guests watched her clasp his hand, holding tightly. They smiled as she smiled at him and he at her, two people in love.

They watched as they exchanged vows, beautiful, heartwarming vows that touched their own souls and spirits. They watched as he was instructed to kiss the bride, waited as he lifted her veil and kissed her eyelids, her cheeks, and the tip of her nose. Their breaths were bated with hers as she waited for his lips to touch hers.

Finally, he kissed the bride. It was a chaste kiss. A gentle kiss. An emotional kiss. A kiss that promised happiness for forever. They turned to the crowd and the guests cheered, hands clapping in unison. He raised up the hand he was holding and they walked down the altar together, holding hands.

And he watched her with him.

And his heart broke all over again.