The beeping of the machines I was linked to only increased my state of panic, as a nurse put an oxygen mask over my mouth and nose. It was hard for me to breathe at that point, as I didn't understand what was happening to me. I tried my best to iden...
AN: Here you go, guys! I had to split this chapter into two parts, the second one should follow sometimes next week or this weekend. I hope you enjoy it! I apologize in advance for any typos, I'm so tired Icanbarely see, lol. Thank you for being patient and for bearing with me. ❤
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April 5th, 1993
Dear Diary,
It seems like yesterday I asked Michael to marry me, while in reality it's been nearly a year. I know for sure that we would have been married a long time ago if I didn't spend seven months in a coma, but it doesn't matter anymore. There was a time where I was angry at myself for the precious months I missed with my son and my fiancé, but I am not anymore.
Because today's the day. Michael and I are getting married.
I can't even put into words how I am feeling right now. I am undeniably happy, for starters. I have waited for this day for so long now. I can barely wrap my mind around the fact that my wedding is in a few hours from now. At some point, when I was still in my coma, I thought I would never get to see this day come, that it would stay a dream for the rest of my miserable existence, trapped in this alternative reality I experienced. But no, here I am. It is real.
As I'm writing this words, I am locked up in the bathroom to try to get some privacy, as the guest house is a real mess and filled with people. I spent the most amazing bachelorette party with my bridesmaids yesterday, but I need to be alone with myself for a moment. Even though this day seems like a typical one that started with a typical morning routine, it is far from being a normal day. It is the day. The day I'll remember for the rest of my life.
But pretending I am not nervous would be a lie, because I am. I've been rehearsing my vows in my head all night long, scared that I might just be at a loss for words when I'll be in front of Michael. As every bride to be, I want everything to be perfect. I want everybody to remember this day as vividly as I will.
On this special day, I can't help but think about what would it be if my parents were still here. I know they would make sure everything goes as smoothly as possible, so that I don't have to worry about anything. I miss them, Diary – more than ever. But I know they would be proud of me and overjoyed to see me this happy. They will be heavy on my mind the whole time.
"Brit, are you done in here?" Alice's voice was heard from behind the door. "Karen should be here in a minute!"
"I'm almost done!" I answered back, closing my journal to hide it in a drawer. I didn't want anybody to stumble on this. "I'll be right out!"
