𝑯𝒆𝒓 𝒇𝒊𝒏𝒂𝒍 𝒈𝒊𝒇𝒕 𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒔𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒍𝒊𝒗𝒆𝒔.
Elizabeth Reid learned, at seventeen, that she was going to die. Diagnosed with terminal cancer, she's faced with a question that no one should have to answer.
How do you leave a mark on a wo...
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Turning Page - Sleeping at Last
The air buzzed with a quiet hum of excitement as I stood at the entrance, my arm looped through my father's. Each step forward would bring me closer to Nathan, the man who had become my anchor, my safe haven. Rows of familiar, beloved faces turned toward us, their expressions a mix of joy and tears.
"I've waited a hundred years, but I'd wait a million more for you."
My father's hand, steady and reassuring, gave my arm a gentle squeeze. I looked up at him, and his eyes, bright with unshed tears, met mine. His smile, filled with pride and a touch of sadness, spoke volumes.
"Nothing prepared me for what the privilege of being yours would do."
The first notes of our song floated through the air, and with a deep breath, I took my first step. The aisle stretched before me, a path that seemed both endless and fleeting. My heartbeat synced with the music, each note a step closer to Nathan.
"If I had only felt the warmth within your touch."
Sunlight poured through the stained glass windows, casting vibrant patterns on the floor. It felt like a blessing, a tangible promise of the future we were about to build. My eyes found Nathan at the end of the aisle, his gaze steady and filled with love, grounding me.
"If I had only seen how you smile when you blush."
Nathan's face was a canvas of emotions, his eyes never leaving mine. There was a slight tremor in his hands, a mirror to the fluttering in my chest. It was just the two of us, in our own world, drawn together by an invisible thread.
"Or how you curl your lip when you concentrate enough."
Each step brought me closer, the soft rustle of my dress mingling with the whispered breaths of our guests. Every movement was a silent vow, a promise of the life we would share. My heart swelled with each step, brimming with love and certainty.
"I would have known what I was living for all along."
Reaching the altar, my father placed my hand in Nathan's, his touch warm. Nathan's fingers wrapped around mine, fitting perfectly, as if we were made to hold each other. I turned fully to him, our eyes locking, saying everything we needed to without words.
"What I've been living for."
In that moment, the world around us faded away. It was just Nathan and me, standing on the brink of forever. The weight of the moment was balanced by a profound joy, bubbling up inside me. This was our beginning, and I couldn't have imagined a more perfect person to share it with.
