(AUTHORS NOTE: THIS IS WHAT HAPPENS WHEN I LISTEN TO SKILLET WHILE WRITING.)
'She's beautiful' I think as I watch sam walk down the aisle. She's wearing a black off the shoulder dress with black crystals sewn into the neckline. 'My beautiful gothic bride' I am the happiest man on earth.
The pastor does the ceremony and then I hear him say "you may kiss the bride."
I go to kiss sam and just as our lips touch, I feel someone shaking me and wake up. For a second I am confused, then I remember why the wedding can never take place and break down crying. "She's dead." I can never touch her again, never hear her laugh or yell. Never see her beautiful eyes, or touch her soft skin again. Never have the kids that would have her eyes and hair. Never again.
I feel someone put their arms around me and look up to see Jazz with the same sad look on her face. I lean into her and cry even harder. She doesn't tell me that it will be alright because she knows that it will never be alright. A vital part of me is gone and will never come back. She just holds me and lets me cry.