patient // e.d

epilouge

e's pov

I stand at the altar, chewing on the inside of my lip to hide my shit-eating grin. I feel a hand on my shoulder and turn to Grayson, in his best-man tux. "I swear on everything, Ethan, if you cry, I'm disowning your ass." I laugh and Belle's parents glare at me. They never liked me. Belle says it's because I helped her wake up. I say it's because we're five years apart. 

I hear familiar music begin to play, and my heart almost leaps out of my chest. I stare at the church doors, trying not to sprint down and fling them open myself. After what feels like the longest two seconds in history, they creak open, and my heart officially skips a beat.

Belle stands alone, in a simple white dress, strapless and shiny, curving down her waist and flowing out over her long legs. Her hair's pulled into a elegant bun, her natural highlights glimmering like spun gold in the evening light shining through the windows. She holds a bouquet of orange and pink roses, the same kind I was going to get for her on her eighteenth birthday. A beautiful smile is stretched across her tanned cheeks, and her eyelashes are dark and natural looking. It almost looks like she's glowing, like she's the main source of light in the room. 

Every time I see her, I'm amazed by her beauty. I always tell her how she gets more beautiful everyday, and she says it's because she actually is. Her skin's tanning and her curves are showing and her hair's growing, her body now cancer free. 

But this, this is different. I have never seen anybody so incredibly perfect, and I wonder what I ever did to deserve somebody this otherworldly beautiful.

She stands in front of me and smiles at me in that secretive way she only reserves for me.

I love you, I mouth to her.

I love you too, she mouths back.

I smile.

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-m