This is it people! The final update, the last chapter, the end of the road, the final destination! Lol. Anyway, enough of my complete madness. Please enjoy the last segment of Not Enough Reasons. I'm so glad I finally get to give Emily and Victor the peace they deserve.
It's short, because you can kill a precious moment by dragging it on.
The couple that stood at the altar, pledging their eternal vows to each other were like two pieces of a puzzle; so compatible, yet different, as if they were two halves of one whole person.
The tall, slim man with thick, dishevelled hair said his vows first.
With this hand, I will life your sorrows,
Your cup will never empty, for I will be your wine,
With this flame, I will light your way in darkness,
With this ring, I ask you to be mine.
He slipped the ring onto her finger, where it would stay for the rest of eternity. The joy was evident in his bride's eyes, and the congregation murmured their approval.
Through the stained glass windows, he moon shone through, directly onto the bride and groom, who needed no help with radiating their bliss in a soft glow that captured the atmosphere. Only one person in the entire church was watching with feelings other than joy. She watched with contempt, sorrow, and a new, deep respect for the persevering bride, who finally had what she deserved.
With the vows, spoken, the candles lit, and the ring in place, it was time for the kiss. Victor stepped towards Emily, and brushed the back of his hand against her cheek, from her ear, along her jaw to her chin. He then gently grazed his thumb over her full bottom lip. Then putting said hand on her shoulder, her pulled her towards him, and kissed her gently. She found her arms, reaching up to put her hands on his chest.
The kiss did not last long, as it was a very private thing to do, and there would be the rest of eternity for that.
As the congregation left, to return to the land of the dead, they swept the groom away, in a flurry of excited congratulations, the bride stayed behind, wanting to see the moon one last time. As the last stragglers murmured their profound congratulations before disappearing through the back door, Emily was alone. She made her way up to the front of the church, towards the main door. With a clunk, she pushed it open, and gasped. The moon was so bright and so beautiful. She stared at it for what seemed like hours. So at peace, so free...
Victor managed to push his way back through the crowd, before the door shut for the last time. He burst into the church, looking for Emily. When he saw her, he sighed, and it was like she had never left his side. As he walked back up the aisle towards her, he noticed something. She was shining. Not just in the way that he always saw her in his mind's eye; a radiating beauty. She was actually, physically glowing. Her dress began to flow in the breeze, and then began to disintegrate. Then her arms began to dissolve, along with her hair, her torso.
"Emily!" he shouted, praying she could hear him. Thankfully, she did. Turning around, she saw him, reaching out for her, running towards her.
"Victor..." she whispered, unable to manage any more. She was fading, melting into a cloud of butterflies. Not again, not now, they both screamed in their heads. "Find me." She pleaded, before she was gone.
Final peace my ass!
Ok, ok, I just KNOW I'm going to get flamed for that, and I'm sorry, but I'm having way too much fun with this story to let it end like that. There HAVE to be more obstacles for me to write about. How am I going to get around this one I wonder... reviews please, but if it is a flame then FOR GOODNESS SAKE NOBODY CARES!! Constructive criticism allowed.