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25/2/2018,
𝟔:𝟒𝟕 𝐀𝐌,
ＳＡＴＵＲＤＡＹ
//ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴘ.ᴏ.ᴠ//
Today was the day. The twenty-fifth of March, 2018. The grand occasion where the crowd would witness two un-acquainted beings, settling down in the pious relation of marriage.
The bride was no-one, but me; Y/N. Hwang Y/N.
The humungous doors opened, revealing my groom, standing in a decent black formal pair of trousers, with his jet black coat outshining crisp glaze. His well-built frame slightly turned right, only to look at me with a genuine smile.
I could feel my palms getting sweaty as I stiffened my grip onto my father's arm. We finally reached near the stage while the male kept looking at me for some reason.
My father turned towards me, his big eyes already glistening. I stared at the tiled floor, before slowly lifting my head, only to find the priest signalling me to climb up the stage, right in front of the groom.
//ᴊᴜɴɢᴋᴏᴏᴋ'ꜱ ᴘ.ᴏ.ᴠ//
Heavenly. Her heavenly appearance caused my heart to warm up a bit as I could feel my insides twisting and turning from nervousness.
I was awestruck as to how could a living being look so ethereal.
On the other shore of my anxiety, I was begging her to be genuine and true to me for the rest of our lives. Somewhere deep down in my heart, I didn't want her to leave me.
I didn't want her to be agitated because of me. I wasn't a stranger to all these putrid experiences and feelings.
But after seeing Y/N, my instincts, for the first time, we're turning out to be in my favour.
She slowly lifted her striking white gown and climbed the stairs; her eyes never leaving the ground. Mine, on the other hand, were never able to divert their attention from that magnificent being.
My cloudy paradise was interrupted by the priest's hoarse voice, which was telling me to hold her hand. Upon this, I anxiously fiddled around with my fingertips, timid as hell.
Practically thrashing myself, I gathered my courage to take her palms into mine. Little did I know that her adorable Bambi eyes were already pursuing my hesitant ones.
Trying to cover up my reserved behaviour, I cleared my throat quite confidently, and at last, I let myself lose my composure within her sparkling perforations.
