Another Cliché Love Story

The Beginning of The End

Dedicated to dannelchamblis for bothering me enough to publish.

I never thought this would be my day. I'm getting married. I was the one to end the player's game. I captured his heart and he did the same to mine. I don't know how, because I didn't want it. I even used to hate him. We used to fight, I mean we still do and we went through a lot of rough patches. At times I never thought we'd last, but love is stupid and it works out.

Beatrice is doing my makeup. I usually don't wear makeup, but it's my wedding day. I can at least put on something. Beatrice has been there for me and is truly my best friend.

"I left the car running." Beatrice snickers.

I laugh. "He's the man for me, Beatrice."

"You sure?" She chuckles.

"Would I be in a wedding dress if I wasn't sure Beatrice?"

She finishes and I look at myself in the mirror. Beatrice applied some foundation and blush and I actually like it. She put on a shade of bright red lipstick that I've always liked.

Yep, today is the day. Today is the day I marry the man I love.

"Ten minutes and we're going out." Hayden tells us.

I nod and stand up. I begin to feel nervous. It's the day, I know no days can be perfect, but it would be great if this day came close to perfection.

I walk down and to the entrance of the church. God, I'm so nervous!

The doors open and all I see is him. Elijah Jimerson, my soon to be husband. He's dressed in a matching all-white tux. It makes his dark skin pop and I can't take my eyes off him. As I start to walk down the aisle, I see him smiling. As I continue walking, all I see is him. No one but he has my attention. God, I love him.

I walk down the aisle quicker than I should have, but it doesn't matter. He pulls back my veil. Yes, I have a veil, I've always loved old-fashioned veils. They were always so pretty. He kisses me quickly.

The pastor chuckles. "We aren't at that part yet."

I smile and Elijah takes my hands. I can see in his eyes that he loves me. Everything he does shows he loves me. I love him. I love him more than I ever could have imagined.

"The couple has decided to recite their own vows." The pastor announces.

"Elijah, my friend once asked me if I'd consider killing my husband. I said yes, without hesitation, because I knew you would end up being my husband and the way we fight, some people might call it threatening or a premeditated attempted murder. In the end, I know I love you too much to do it."

His grip on my hands tighten. "Eliza, I've never been more nervous of anything in my life. I want to be the best for you, because you are everything that's good for me. Eliza, you're more than the air I breathe. You're my being, you are the molecules that make me up. Without you, I cannot be. I love you so much it burns in my lungs with every breath, but I wouldn't trade it for the world. I love you Eliza."

"With the power invested in me, by the will of God and this state I now pronounce you man and wife. You may kiss the bride."

Elijah smashed his lips to mine and his hands snake around my waist. He picks me up for a second then sets me down.

I pull back for breath and smile up at my husband.

"I fucking love you." He announces.