His fingers are knotting themselves in silken tresses. The veil lays forgotten on the floor of the church.

His hands are cupping flaming cheeks and for a second the whole world doesn't exist because they're in love and to him there is no one else but the girl in his arms.

Lips collide, melding together perfectly.

It was always nice to believe that he was oblivious to his perfection. That he was ignorant to the way the simply curve of his lips caused half of the people in Mineral Town to swoon. But he wasn't, not in the slightest,so naturally instead of blushing with self-consciousness he answered their stares with a flirtatious wink and continued on as if he hadn't caused there heart to go into overdrive- the very same heart he would inevitably break.

He could smooth talk anyone so it was no surprise that everyone was under his spell and as for me well I was hypnotised. I wasn't alone naturally as Jack was becoming the most coveted man in town and who could blame them?

It wasn't long before he was holding my heart captive. My only comfort was pretending that he loved me like I loved him. It was futile really, I wasn't pretty and no amount of pretending could erase the fact that Jack loved pretty girls. Yet I hoped, hoped that to him my mediocre appearance (plain black hair, dark eyes) was beautiful.

Soon Jack had charmed everyone. Even the ever so reluctant Rick befriended him after it became clear that Jack and Karen were only a fling- much to Sasha's dismay.

Sasha wasn't the only one vying for Jack as a son in law however as Lilia and Anna both tried to set Jack up with there daughters but to no avail. I smiled when I thought of my own Mum, if she hadn't left me years ago, and what sort of matchmaking attempts she would make.

And then I remembered that Jack was far, far too old for me. Twelve years too old. Yet I hoped and prayed and pretended that the foreboding age gap separating Jack and I didn't exist.

Why?

It was simple; He was everything I had been searching for.

It was cliché; I thought we were meant to be together.

It was love.

He's mouthing the words I love you and I know he's said it a million times. Cheeks grow redder and smiles grow brighter.

I'm sitting in the front row pew watching the beaming couple through jealous eyes. I try to smile and I'm passing the tears streaking my cheeks off as tears of joy.

I can't bear to look at them because I know what I'll see. I'll see Jack, with his sparkling eyes and ruffed hair looking at Ann the way I only ever dreamed he would look at me.

~End.

Okay, don't be freaked out or anything but I lovelovelovelove Jack and May together, when May is obviously a lot older…

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