***WATTPAD FEATURED STORY***
In order to forgive, you must forget, and the only way to do that is to distract yourself with the present, throw away the past, and keep your eyes steady on the future.
authors note┋hahaha i know i said that this would be the last and final chapter but if i had added the other part than it would've been 5k words!! y'all know i won't put you through that so hears LIMERENCE: PART 1 instead!
dedi┋aw for tt the cutest lil bean around <33
extra┋X & Y by COLDPLAY
████████████████████
LIMERANCE
(n). the state of being infatuated or obsessed with another person
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
████████████████████
WE HAD ARRIVED.
Weston and I stood at the bottom of the steps leading to the elegant church, the two of us just staring at the glass windows and gold embellishments scattered along the exterior. From the outside it just looked like a quiet and beautiful little church, but on the inside is where Satan resided in the form of a mother, a mother who wanted nothing but for her daughter to parish and suffer.
I inhaled sharply, just before Weston's fingers intertwined themselves with mine. "It's finally here." I shakily exhaled, feeling burning tears form at the edge of my eyelids.
"I know." Weston murmured from beside me, and when I turned, he was smiling.
"I can't do this." My voice wavered as I spoke, for I so badly needed to cry again. But Weston wouldn't allow it as he wiped the tears from my cheeks with his fingers. "I don't want to do this, Wes."
"I know," He whispered, and then pulled my body to his until my head was resting on his warm chest. This is the only place that I felt at home - with his arms around me as I rested my head on his chest or shoulder. It was where I felt loved and appreciated, something I wasn't quite used to. "But I know you can, and I know that you have to. And I know that I love you, Aspen Montgomery."
I lifted my head from his chest, smiling when he planted a soft kiss on my forehead. "I love you too." I murmured, and reluctantly pulled myself from his chest, glancing again at the church doors and trying not to imagine the horrors that hid behind them. And finally, with Weston's hand clasped in mine, I walked up those stairs and straight into the building of my demise.
The first thing that I noticed when I stepped into the church was the immense amount of people. They crowded the small hall that was supposed to be a walkway, their chatter buzzing throughout the space until it meshed into one swarming sound. They were all dressed nicely, not doubt friends of my mother, as if they had come to see a real wedding between someone they knew that truly loved their spouse. I bet they didn't even know my name, much less what I looked like or whether I even loved the person that I was to marry.
