"I do." I smiled, my eyes brimming with tears.
We were finally there. We had made it. David and I were together. We were going to have a happy ending.
The vicar said his words, asking David the most important question. He grinned a grin that reached his ears and slipped his hands into mine, staring adoringly into my eyes.
"I -" Suddenly the room was filled with a lour bang that echoed through the church, his eyes glazing over and rolling into the back of his head. His face paled to a deathly white, his knees buckling, resulting in him falling to the ground, letting go of my hands. Unconscious.
"David!" I screamed, the tears of happiness lining my eyes now of the very opposite emotion and flowing freely down my face.
"David!" I tried again, getting no response. "Don't do this to me! W-we w-were supposed to be together f-forever! H-have our happy end-ding." My sobs were uncontrollable by this point.
In the distance I heard the faint sound of sirens and shouts of 'Get him! Don't let him get away!' I had zoned out, though. David can't do this to me.
Before I knew it he was being taken away and a strong pair of arms were wrapped around me.
"No!" I scream with all my heart, my body, my soul.
"It's okay, Joline." I heard my father's voice whisper in my ear.
He pulled me into a hug as I was thrashing about in his arms, trying to get to my beloved.
"It's okay, sweetheart. It's all going to be okay. Shhhh...." He hushed soothingly.
I rested my head on his warm, comforting shoulder and stared into the distance where paramedics rushed over to my fiance, carrying him out on the stretcher.
"No." I whispered hoarsely, tears flowing freely from my eyes.
No. No. No.
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