Novas and Daisuke's wedding playlist
Wedding ceremony
turning page- Sleeping at last
Je te laisserai des mots-Patrick Watson
Video games instrumental- Lana Del Ray
Butterfly's repose- Zabawa
Wash- Bon Iver
Saturn- Sleeping at last
Reception ceremony
Bring em out-T.I
Mirrors- Justin Timberlake
Iris- The Goo Goo Dolls
Do I wanna know- Hozier cover
NOKIA- Drake
No hands- Waka Flock Flame
Wobble- V.I.C
I look good- Charlie Boy
Back that thing up- Juvenile
Ending
Close your eyes- The Backseat Lovers
Rosyln- Bon Iver
Show No Regret- Daniel Caesar
Link:
https://open.spotify.com/playlist/0tvv2Ccns9EteNn8UUXPQf?si=pjkw6eGZSeOTCv9YlXK2-g&pi=mNSr3OKwQzqxx
One year later..
Nova
The morning didn't feel real. It felt... quiet.
Not the kind of quiet that comes with stillness or nerves, but the kind that arrives just before something beautiful. Like the hush right before a song starts. Or when a seed breaks open, and the soil doesn't even know it yet.
I stood barefoot in the garden just after sunrise, robe wrapped tight around me, the morning dew cooling my toes. The ceremony space was still unfinished. Chairs were still being draped, tables still adjusted, napkins still folded. But the flowers had arrived.
Nasrin was already there.
My older cousin from my mom's side, was bent over a cluster of wild jasmine near the altar, clipping stems and adjusting vines with her fingers like they were an extension of her thoughts. She'd been up for hours I could tell.
"Couldn't sleep?" she asked without looking.
"Nope," I said softly.
"Good. Dreams can't top this anyway."
I smiled and looked around. She was right.
She'd turned the clearing into something close to magic. Not artificial beauty or stiff arrangements and glossy rentals, but wild beauty. Vines curled naturally around the wooden arch. Leaves in green and gold draped the back of every seat. White wildflowers bloomed like they'd chosen to grow here just for us.
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The Supernova Effect
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