3 parts Ongoing MaturePrologue
The only thing that stuck in my mind was the man dressed as Elvis. His voice rang through the small, neon-lit chapel, drowning out the distant hum of slot machines and the laughter of revelers outside. "I now pronounce you, in the state of Las Vegas, Nevada... married. You may kiss."For a moment, everything felt like a dream I hadn't woken from-surreal and out of focus. The pastel-colored lights threw odd shadows across the altar, and the scent of cheap roses hung in the air like a bizarre perfume. The words echoed in my ears, reverberating against the walls of my mind, but that one word-married-snapped me back to reality. Married. To her.