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Title: Bittersweet Memories
Synopsis: What do you do when everything stops? When the breath in your lungs catches in your throat, the beats of your heart struggle? The greatest loss may not be death of something itself, but what dies for those left behind.
Prologue: Goodbye Yellow Brick Road
"This boy's too young to be singing the blues. So goodbye yellow brick road."
It was their third wedding anniversary. As Chad took a lingering look at the vision of her his mouth formed a tense smile. The simple black dress she wore made her look absolutely breathtaking. It took everything inside of him not to shout, but as he felt his breath catch into a lump in his throat he knew it would be of no use. While he stood in the church where they had spoken their wedding vows three years earlier he began to lose focus. As he heard the music start playing he began to feel his mind slip into aimless wander. A major part of him began to think about the past few years and about the people they used to be. It was nearly impossible for Chad not to think about how they had gotten to this point here.
Yiruma had always been Sonny's favorite composer. He could hear Holly becoming restless at the sound of the drifting melodies. Tawni gave him a cautious look, but said nothing. The day was beautiful, not a cloud in the sky. The flowers were perfect, the music was flawless. The pastor was ready and yet everything felt wrong.
'It was supposed to be different?' Chad thought to himself. "Its ok, I can take her." Chad had spoken quietly.
"Are you sure?" She had asked again, this time more verbal.
Chad just shook his head as he took the fussy little girl. It was amazing how tiny someone could be. Immediately the sun peeked through the stained glass windows. The sunshine seemed to calm the three month old and some of Chad's nervous feelings.
"It's time." Tawni spoke again standing up a little straighter. "Are you ready?"
He wasn't sure if he'd ever be ready, but this was the only time he got and he was going to try and make it count.
If only his mind could do the same.
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