*10 years later*
"Do you, Asher Jacob Smith, take her as your wife?" He asks Asher.
"I do." Asher replays.
"And do you, Molly Marie Benson, take him as your husband?" He asks me.
"I do." I say, smiling.
"By the power invested in me, I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss the bride!" He proclaims.
Asher kisses me, and it was official.
We were married.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
"Hey Joseph," I say.
He doesn't reply.
Well, obviously.
He can't.
He's still in a coma.
I shouldn't have kept him on life support for this long.
"I'm sorry for keeping you, Joseph. I just wanted you to be here when I'm finally happy. And I am, Joseph. I'm happy again."
With that, I leave the room, knowing that I would never be able to see him again.
But I'm okay with that now.
I'm okay.
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49
Short Story"The number 49 never used to have any significance in my life. It was always just the number after 48 and before 50. But that was before it happened."
