(Y/n) fidgeted nervously next to John (his soon-to-be husband) as he tried to remember his vows. A glare from the priest signaled that he had missed his cue for the third time today.
(Y/n) flinched, quickly raising his shaking right hand.
"W-With this hand, I will..."
His mind blanked, refusing to give him the word he was looking for. Ella (John's mother) glared at him while his own father was looking at his pocket watch. (Y/n) audibly swallowed, anxiety rising.
"I-I will..."
The priest rolled his eyes.
"Continue!"
The young man jolted, immediately trying to move on to the next vow.
"Your cup will... will... n-never empty! For I will... be..."
(Y/n) shook his head. He swore knew this one! What was it... ah!
"F-For I will be your wine!"
His mother smiled at him, subtly giving him a thumbs-up. (Y/n) hesitantly smiled back.
"With this candle..."
(Y/n) took a lit candle from the priest and attempted to light the one in John's hand. Emphasis on tried. He pressed the wicks together, but John's candle just wouldn't light.
The longer it took, the more (Y/n)'s hands began to shake.
"W-With... with this candle..."
The audience was looking at him like he was incompetent. The (h/c) man's gaze began to dart around. John looked at him with sympathy.
"With..."
"Just continue!"
(Y/n) jolted again, candle nearly slipping out of his grasp.
"Y-Yes, I... o-of course."
The young man cleared his throat in an attempt to calm himself down a bit. It didn't really help.
Pulling the ring from his suit pocket, (Y/n) faced John and held his hands. He at least remembered this part perfectly. His mother refused to let him forget it.
"With this ring, I-I ask you to be m-mine."
Alas, his nerves just had to get the better of him. As he was attempting to place the ring on John's finger, he lost his grip and dropped it.
(Y/n) froze under the scornful scrutiny of the priest and audience as his ring bounced under the armchair Ella was occupying. The priest slammed his book closed with a growl.
"That's it for today's rehearsal. There will not be another one until this wretch learns his vows!"
(Y/n) flinched as a finger was practically shoved into his face. With that, the priest stormed out in a huff.
"Well... that was a disaster."
Ella rolled her eyes. She gracefully stood from her seat and sauntered out of the room, likely off to brood about the awful circumstances that left her family in need of this shameful wedding.
(Y/n) sighed, kneeling to grab his ring from under the armchair as the rest of the audience (and... John...) left.
His mother patted him on the back, a loving look in her eyes.
"You did your best, sweetheart. That's all that matters."
(Y/n) turned his gaze to the window, watching as storm clouds began to move in.
What was wrong with him?
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Corpse Groom
General Fiction(I'm an author on Wattpad, if you are reading this on a different website it is stolen) Darkness comes for us all at some point in our lives. "My dreams were taken from me. 𝙉𝙤𝙬 𝙄'𝙡𝙡 𝙙𝙤 𝙬𝙝𝙖𝙩𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙄 𝙢𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙢𝙖𝙠𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙢 𝙘𝙤...
