Exactly five years later, Mikayla and Taylor stand, staring into each others eyes, like they had done so many times before, but this time, Mikayla is decked in a floor length white gown and Taylor, in Mikayla's navy blue skater dress: the only dress she has ever agreed to wear. Taylor had thought the irony of having such an occasion on the anniversary of Derek's death seemed only fair; after all, he was the one that had brought the two together (although he had probably never, in a million years, expected this to happen).
Sunlight falls onto them in sparkles, bathing the entire courtyard in a pale yellow hue. The priest asks for the vows that they had insisted on writing themselves, and Taylor speaks first with a smile so bright the sun would be jealous. Her voice rings clearly throughout the garden, perhaps the simplest, yet to them, the truest, declaration, "Until death do we part."
Mikayla beams broadly with adoration, her cheeks shyly rosy without any makeup, and repeats with exciting confidence, "Until death do we part."
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Until Death Do We Part
Teen FictionWhat if, on your boyfriend's deathbed, you find out he had another girlfriend the entire time he was dating you? What could you possibly do? Obviously, chase your boyfriends' body across the country together.
