The Wedding Disaster

         I could feel it. it was dripping down my face. the sweat. i had been running, running away. Away from,them. They had been chasing me for so long now.I thought my legs wpuld give.my  legs hurt, like someone had just burned them.But i kept going. I just kept running. 

                                                          3 months earlier 

       I awoke one morning feeling very unconfortable. It felt like i wasnt in my own body. Despite the feeling ,the surroundings were all right. My rustic cabin in the woods was completely how i had seen it last night before falling asleep. So, i thought nothing of my feeling. As my morning went on i ate my breakfat overlooking my private beach. It was a beautiful morning in haven. 

          It was a sunny, warm, and a beautiful morning. The sky was all the colors of a wonderful day! The beach was beautiful and great. But better than the fantastic aroma of salt water and clean morning air was, the fact that my fiance was coming back from a two year leave in Afghanastan. He was part of the specail ops,over sea team. Highly classified. But, he comes back for three months just for us to get married in two.

        As i get ready to meet him at the airport I preped our house for lots of  people. Haven was throwing him a WELCOME BACK party for him. But, as i left my house my funny feeling came back. It felt as if someone was watching me. And i didnt know where to look. Nobody was here. 

          As I drove in town to wait for Sawyer I saw a man. He was laying face down in the ditch on the side of the road. So, I pulled over and saw if he was alive.

        I touched the man, he was cold. I turned him over and saw that he was a pale blue. he looked so sickly. But, instead of leaving him for the maggots to get him I called the local sherriff for help. 

       "Jane, thank you so much for letting us know about this poor man's condition. I'll be there as soon as possible." said sherriff McGee as he hung up the phone.

            so, I sat and waited.

          Luckily, when Jim got to me he knew what had happened and the paperwork had been done already. His name was Benjamin Jones. He was 36 and had a heart condition. He had been reported missing. And, he musted have slipped and fallen in the rain last night, tried to get up, and his poor heart gave out. But, appearentally it had only been three days since he was reported missing, which means nobody knew he was dead.

         After Jim had finished talking to me I finally got to leave. I was 20 mintues late to being an hour early! Now if Sawyers plane came in early then i might have been late! the drive to the a airport was okay. But, once i got to the airport i wasnt having much fun. Sawyers plane had been delayed till further notice. My soon-to-be-hubby wqasnt coming back as soon as i had hoped. 

      We are only about six weeks away from getting married and he still isnt here. But, i heard that he'll be here soon or at least the flight will be. 

         the long drive in town is worse in the rain. the cracked road spits lots of water and mud up onto my windsheild which makes it hard to see. But once off my little private dirt road the mud is under control. 

         Once I got to the airport for the second time this week, i waited for two hours. Watching dozens of flights come on and off dozens of dufferent flights. So, traveling down my muddy road, i realized i should check the mailbox. I checked the mailbox and to my surprise there was actually something in there and it looked important. It was a letter addressed to Ms.Hartman. Thats me and it was from the Army head base.

              Dear Mrs.Hartman,

We are very sad to tell you this news. Your fiance Sawyer Hartman based in Afghanastan has been unloacated. Or Missing In Action. While in Afghanastan we believe that he was kiddnapped by the taliban. he is Officially MIA (Missing In Action). I suggest making no funeral arrangments quite yet. They sometimes come back or make their way home. Until furthur notic you know nothing and mut go on with life as if you know nothing is different. 

            our deepest condolencess,    JIM ROBERTSON ARMY  ,HEAD .

 As i read the rest of the long letter through my tears i began to sob. My heart had offically stoped and sunk to the bottom of my stomach. My soon to be husband was gone. And was nowhere to be found.

   But in the case that the found him in the next rwo weeks the wedding will go on as planned! As i sat on my porch drinking my coffe everymorning for the next two weeks i thought about what was going to happen if he wasnt coming home, or what i was going to do if he never showed up. I had thoughts about taking off my wedding ring and throwing it into the ocean because the reminder of what could have been was too much to bear. But, as i found myself staring at my ring i noticed me thinking, thinking of him. And how much he meant to me.

     We had gone on my first trip to Disneyland together, we went to Hawaii, He made me cake for our two year anniversary. He was the ice to my soda, my peanut butter to my jelly, my whole entire world wrapped up in a burrito. And all I wanted was him.

      As I slept that night I noticed a dream that just kept playing on repeat. I was running, running away from someone, but I couldnt really run anymore. I was all bruised up and I was only wearing a tattered remnant of my wedding dress. And it was covered in mud. All I could hear was " Jane where are you? We need to talk. Come back baby!"

      I woke up to the sound of a car door. I got up and put some shoes on. It was only Jim. He told me that they found him and he would be coming back soon.  I ran up and hugged him so tightly it was really comforting to have him tell me all the things he told me. THE WEDDING was back on!

     I called my mom immediately.  She was mad at first but it was because I called at 4 in the morning. But, she was super happy to hear the news. She even came over early for breakfast.

      At 6 this morning my mom and I sat on my deck overlooking my private beach. We ate crepes and strawberries. We talked too, mostly about how hard its been knowing your one true love is out there missing you and out missing in a dangerous country possibly being tortured. It broke my hear to think that he could be hurt. He was so  perfect when he left. I guess all I hoped was that he was okay.

    Once breakfast was over we went into town to get some last minute things for the wedding.Now that it was only 5 days away I was really worried, antsy, and sick feeling.  If he came back before we were actually married I eould be so happy. While getting flowers in town I noticed that my favorite coffe shop was having a sale, so my mom and i got some coffe and sandwiches for lunch. As I was eating I began to zone out on what my mom was saying and I began thinking of him. His little black curls and his overwhelming aroma of musky man that I ohhh so loved. His smike that made me smile, and that laugh that made me die of laughter. "Jane! Jane! Jane! Were you even listening to me?!" my mom yells from across the table. "What? Sorry can you repeat the question?"  "Hun, I know you miss him but, you cant let every little thing remind you of him."  " its hard mom, I see him everywhere. Like right here, he always brings me here right after work, everyday, and he always brings me a sandwhich from here every week. I see him everywhere in town." we went back to silence cause the silence hurt less.

     After lunch ended I returned home and my mom went to go do some more stuff before the wedding. As I was driving home I saw the man again, "WASNT HE DEAD?" I basically yell at myself as I swerve out of the way of hitting him. I stopped the car before hitting a phone pole and I got out of the car. I turned to look for him and he WAS there. We began talking.

   "hello? Mr? Do you need help? do you need a ride into town?"

     He started coming towards me with a limp but he never answered any of ky questions. I started to back up slowly while continuing to ask him questions.