The day has finally arrived. A day I had never envisioned until we met. As I wait for the final guests to arrive and for my bride to be ready I wander off in thought as to how I ended up in this moment.
The night we first met. Ordinary. We met in this restaurant. I strolled over there slowly making sure to be late, hoping to be there second – to see what she was like. She was visibly nervous, but why? It's not that important. Not like we were going to get married or anything. or so I thought. Scoping my surroundings the place was chaotic and blaring with the sound of families, entertaining menial conversation, which reverberated around the room, and I almost left. I should have left. I remember the food, it was exquisite – almost better than the company.
We engaged in a usual rendition of first date conversation, her favourite colour. Pink. Her siblings. An older sister. Idle facts which have never served purpose. Yet still seared into my mind. How did these insignificant moments lead to this entanglement which she calls fate.
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The First Look
Short StoryThis is a short story about a couple reminiscing about the first time they met and the event which led them to this moment as they are preparing the morning of their wedding. Although they have different perspectives of the same event it has led the...
