What was he doing here ? What was he doing here ?
His heart was pounding as he glanced at Elizabeth, who was walking down the aisle. Even though a white veil covered her face, he could still see her expression of joy and love.
Love.
Love.
Love.
Love, that he didn't deserve. Why ? Because he was gay.
And here he was standing at the altar ready to marry a woman that he did not love.
She stood there, a big smile on her face as she was saying her vows.
"Do you Elizabeth" began the priest, "take you Alexander Lightwood to be your husband , to have and hold from this day forward, for better or for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish; from this day forward until death do you part ?"
" I do " Elizabeth replied.
Alexander's face paled. It was now his turn.
"And do you Alexander" began the priest, take Elizabeth to be your wife , to have and hold from this day forward, for better or for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish; from this day forward until death do you part ?"
I panicked.
This was it.
The choice.
The decider.
I could say no and then….
Then what ?
Then nothing.
There was no choice.
"I do."