TWOSHOT.
TWOSHOT.
TWOSHOT.
Get it now?
With each step, her feet became alarmingly heavier to only her awareness. They were being dragged down the long strip that seemed to have no end. The only thing keeping her standing was her fathers strong, bulky arm intertwined within her own. This didn't feel right to Jude. Standing next to the man who raised her, carrying such a huge burden. No one knew the truth. Her father surely kept the thought fresh in his mind that tonight his little girl was going to become a florescent woman. Little did he know, she was already christened. She had been and was now so much more. The title mother lingered next to wife.
At the end of this long archipelago stood a fine young man. He was dressed spick and span, clean. His smile was almost enough to drag the fear out of her eyes and replace it with the happiness they had contained just hours before.
Jude glanced up at the sky, her breathing thickened and unbalanced. "You ready?" Stuart asked quietly. Her sea foam blue orbs remained transfixed on a flock of songbirds. How peaceful they echoed. She gulped voluntarily, attempting to rid her throat of the overgrown, unwelcome lump that had formed. "No." she breathed.
The moment the words left her chapped lips, she found herself standing in front of Tommy. A glance told her she didn't have her fathers protection any longer. Stuart took his seat in the front row, next to his wife. "Ladies and Gentlemen…" the priest began. It was all so surreal. She knew what she was doing Three months ago when she smiled down at her love on bended knee, and simply projected, "Yes." But now? Now it was all a dream.
Her eyes bulged; she couldn't even look at him. "Please speak now or--" the elderly man in his robes of Christ ceased. "Nooo!" she screeched. There was no turning back. There would be regrets. "Jude?" Tommy murmured, his words slipping through his gritted teeth and into the humid, dry air. She let his smooth, sinful hands fall limberly out of contact with hers and took several gradual steps backwards.
"I can't. I can't. I can't." she repeated, shaking her head. She shook with vigor. Everyone in the audience was horrified at the scene before them. Some even disgraced. What was happening? The guests in the back stood to grasp further view of the image. The tumultuous voices in her head crashed in unison with the area of her brain which shielded reality. The power sent her sprawling down; spiritually, emotionally, and physically. Her lens rolled into the back of her head, and she fell to the floor.