I hurt some of you when I ended it the way I did. Ha, sorry. I'm giving you a glimpse into the future.
He smiled at me and I smiled right back. My wedding day. I never thought that I would be standing here, not after Robin. The preacher man went on with the mini-sermon and my soon-to-be husband and I waited patiently.
After Robin's funeral, I decided I needed a fresh start. Many arguments with my mother led me to dropping out of high school and moving out with Austin Carlile. He was so genorous about the whole thing, he didn't even make me pay rent. Eventually, I got a job and told Austin I was going to help him pay, especially since he was continuing in his academics and I wasn't.
A soft chuckle from the audience pulled me out of my thoughts. I smiled, and a few tears ran down my face as the Reverend said, "You may kiss the bride." My beautiful, dark haired, tattooed fiance leaned down to kiss me as he became my husband.
"I love you, Oliver," I said, only to him.
"I love you, more than you could ever know." Oliver pecked my lips again as he grabbed my hand and led me to the church doors. We weren't having a reception or anything, we don't have too much money.
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I woke up and thought about how I went from Kellin to Oliver to Austin to Oliver.
About three months after I moved in with Austin, he told me that he had feelings for me. His love confession, although unrequited, reminded me of the love I shared with Kellin. Then, I remembered Oliver.
I called him and told him how I really felt. A year later, here we were, on our honeymoon.
I hope that gave you guys some closure. I'm sorry it was not Kellin, keep your torches and pitchforks away.
Love forever, Emily.
