The church is more gigantic than I remembered it to be, the place where my soul will be tied to another. I would have to tolerate this person for life, deal with the bad and the ugly. Raymond doesn't deserve this but neither do I; he just had to put us both in this mess by proposing to me knowing I couldn't say no. The church hall looks magnificent; I couldn't even look Jesus and his disciples in the face as they stared down from the stained glass above me, at us, at everyone present. The air smelt fresh like something new was about to bloom but catastrophe hovered upon this wedding ceremony, my wedding ceremony. The roses were red like my lipstick and my gown looked nothing like I felt on the inside. The dress looked like it was made for me, I have never worn anything that fits my rather plus size figure like a second skin; insanely expensive might I add.
I walked in hand in hand with my father, Jacob; he looked happy, proud that I had brought some sort of dignity to our family. I noticed the congregation present already stood up to show something that I've watched people do over the years. Respect? Reverence? I guess I'll never know what it really means because I don't think I'll have the time to find out what it means; I'll be too busy patching up my marriage. I observe my surroundings once more as I steadily walked down the aisle to meet my husband to be. The tune coming from the piano makes me feel like a sheep been taken away for slaughter. I smile because this was my last chance at having anything that resembles a secure and stable life so I'll take it; this life that borders over normal. I'll take it.
"How did I get here?" I thought to myself as I stared at Raymond, I walked past him to take my position opposite him on the aisle. He smiles at me like I am a real gem that he discovered before any other person could find it. The problem with me is I am not ready for this but it was time for it. Therefore, here I am, giving off my freedom to this man. Raymond would be my husband today but he doesn't own my heart. He doesn't make it beat a thousand miles per second.
"Rev, Rev," Hearing someone call out my name brings me back to the present. I answered softly at him as I felt my face burn from embarrassment because who goes absentminded on their wedding day.
"Love, this is the part where you say I Do" he said in his somewhat croaky voice.
"Oh... I Do"
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Scorched
RomanceWhen two souls perfect for each other meet at the wrong time, how will it end... Will they shatter each other's hearts? Or will they stick together long enough to heal and nurture their souls with love, kindness and compassion?
