Best Man Wedding

To New Beginnings.....Right?

Stepping into the chapel Brielle's steps faltered. Something felt off to her. Like she practiced her father looped his arm with hers. Beginning their slow walk up the aisle. She smiled brightly at her guests ad she strolled. It fell as she noticed the color draining from the scene. Why were her decorations so pale looking. Like everything was wilting when she got close to it. Pausing her steps she looked behind her. Seeing nothing but darkness where people and decor she passed once sat.

"Come on." Amos urged, near dragging her up the aisle. Her words of questions falling on deaf ears. She found herself at the alter a pastor voicing the beginnings of the ceremony.

"Who gives this woman to this man?"

"I do." Amos spoke up, offering Brielle's hand for Quentin to step down and take. Brielle frowned her heart twisting as Quentin simply stared at her. A blank expression on his face. Taking the Initiative she stepped up on the platform facing him. His eyes cold and dead as the pastor droned on.

"I don't want to marry you."

Words that cut like the sharpest knife. When a priest said speak now or forever hold your peace. They meant the witnesses.....not the groom. Her brows scrunched together as her brain tried to process.

"......but...why?" She asked, the shake in her voice strong.

"I won't marry you." He simply answered, watching as her eyes misted. She opened and closed her mouth looking for the words to say.

"....why...." She found herself uttering once more.

"I can't marry you."

Over and over again worded and phrased differently he shattered her heart. Taking its pieces one by one. It seemed like the more he said it the more transparent he became. Til there was nothing, no voice, no wedding dress, no decorations. Just her sitting in a darkness.

Brielle woke with a jump start looking around. Getting her bearings slowly. Still a bit disoriented. The comforts of a luxury hotel bed wete not what she wanted. It was the heat of her man's arms she needed. He dream replaying in her mind clearly. Looking at the clock on the end table it read 4 AM. The ache in her chest not dissipating as she sat awake. With a trembling hand she reached for her phone. Clicking Quentin's number each ring pulling emotion to the service. She had been stable when he answered, but the moment he said her name the tears came free.

"What's wrong baby?" His groggy voice telling her he had just woken up.

".....I just needed to hear you."

"I can't fix it if you don't tell me what's wrong." He spoke, sounding more awake.

"Do you.....you still want to marry me?" She asked, sniffling through the question.

"Yes baby, do you think I'm still mad?" He asked, hoping she wasn't experiencing a second wave of sub drop.

"I don't know......I had a bad dream. You said you didn't want to marry me....." She confessed, she hated getting like this. An anxiety attack that suddenly strikes.

"I'm not mad baby, it was handled. I'm still making you Mrs. Spivey. It was just a dream. You will be mine to hold in........"

"7 hours." She interjected, bringing a chuckle from him.

"Yes, in 7 hours baby. So please relax that beautiful mind. Today is your big day and I can't wait to see my Queen walk down that aisle looking every bit of royalty. Okay?.....Tell me you understand Brielle."