The Suicide Girl [Completed]

[Wedding Special]

Attention.

It's wedding time.

I'll be writing this in different points of views.

In this special:
- Proposal
- Preparation
- Wedding

But before we get started, there might be some trigger warnings. I understand that nowadays, our generation of people are offended by almost everything, and me being me, I'm afraid that one of my readers may be one of those people.

So just in case,

Here are the trigger warnings:
- LGBT+ representation
- Going against few religions (no white wedding dress to display any signs of purity)

If you are highly against LGBT relationships and/or someone going against religion, please do not read this chapter. But if you really do want to read this chapter, I have already warned you.

Now, we can begin

(YYYEESSSS)

[{(|)}] Just read the whole thing. I cried for some reason. [{(|)}]

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Tristan Tanner (Age 24)

What a long day..

I sighed and unlocked the door of the house. Mom's not home today, is she? If she was, she would be in the living room, and the lights would be on. As soon as the door opened, warm air blasted my face. Thank goodness too. The snow came shuffling in, and I quickly walked in, closing the door behind me. A night alone with Cheryl isn't bad though, so I'm not complaining. As long as Mom is safe at work. She never really did change from her workaholic habits. I took off my scarf and coat, placing the toolbox down. My brown hair had been showered with snowflakes, which I swiftly tried to brush away.

Underneath the warm coat, I had on jeans and a dark red button-up shirt. I looked over at the empty house. The kitchen was empty, and being Cheryl's favorite place to be, she must've been somewhere else.

"Cheryl?" I called out loudly.

I jolted when I heard a sudden thud. There were a few more bangs following after, and a cling of something that was most likely made of glass. I heard footsteps coming down from the stairs, making my way towards the dark hallway. What the hell is that? I almost felt myself falling when Cheryl fell on top of me, one of her hands grabbing my arm for support. A wine bottle was in her other hand, clasped tightly in her grip. She looked up, her grey and purple eyes seemingly dark, and smiled when she saw me.

"Tristan!!" She exclaimed happily, hugging me. Hiccuping, she snuggled her face against my torso, making me cautiously hug her back. "You're home!"

In the dark, I could barely see anything but the glowing music notes on the left side of her face. Her hair was left undone, so they hid beneath a canopy of black hair. My hand sneakily grabbed the bottle away from her grasp, making her whine childishly. She peered up at me with her cheeks puffed out in annoyance and glazed with a soft pink.

"No..! I wasn't done..!" She complained, pouting.

I rolled my eyes and crossed my arms, pulling away from her. "And why the hell are you drinking alcohol at 11:37 p.m?" Her gaze lowered, ashamed. I raised an eyebrow. "What's worse is that you're sick too."

Her hands hid behind her back and she shook her head. "Miss Tanner gave it to me," she murmured. Her feet shuffled. "And today, a stupid customer was wrong and I got fired because the manager thought he was right, that fat fuck! So I took the bottle and drank some.."