Disclaimer: Kay. Have Tom eaten Jerry, yet? Well, I guess not. So, as long as Tom hasn't eaten Jerry yet, which is forever, I tell you, I don't own Sonny with a Chance. Are we clear now?

A realization then hit me;

She was here. Sonny Munroe: the girl that I dreamed of marrying, the girl that I want to marry, the girl that I need to marry. She's just there, standing ever so gracefully with a dress that goes up her knees, her hair down with honeycomb highlights, her beauty astounding and hypnotizing me, but even without any knowing, and that's what even makes it powerful.

A powerful tragedy; I suppose.

Right then and there, I just wanted to run to her and kiss her, saying that I'll runaway with her. But, it was just what I wanted, not what I have the power to do. I realize that, we do not always get what we want... Sonny is my dream; she is what I want, she is what I need, she is the one whom I prayed of having, and now, she's there, on my wedding day... With someone else.

I wonder if she's having the same thoughts at me. But I quickly push it aside; another impossible dream. But that is just what she is: an impossible dream. You may think this is clearly wrong, because I'm CDC or that dorky name or whatever you want to call me. But that is the problem. Because I am CDC, that is why she doesn't like to bother me anymore. Because I'm CDC.

Then my thoughts drifted off to what if I was another person, living in another body, would our destinies still be the same? But before I had the chance to consider this, my best man; Ferguson, whispered 2 words that I've been scared of hearing since I got here,

"She's here,"

And with that; the whole room was filled with whispers and tiny giggles. And all the important people - or whatevers made their entrance. Bleh. I really could care less, but whatever. Then the grand entrance had begun, sweet music soon filled my ears. It was very silent, but, it was the loudest silence I ever heard. And as she slowly and gracefully descended up to me, I come to realize that, she was very happy, but then again, it was her wedding day. Who wouldn't be happy at their wedding day? That is nobody, but me. Sigh. She was beautiful. No one could deny that, she's been caring, too. She's sunny, as ever, but, she's just not... Sonny.

All thoughts of my bride, was soon replaced by Sonny Munroe's. I look back at her; hands on lap, shaking knees, and sorrowful eyes. It really pained me to see her like this, but I couldn't be happier, just of her prescence. I look up again and saw that my bride was eagerly looking up at me, so I took her hand. No sparks, at all.

Then, I ought to be prepared, for the longest minutes - scratch that - hours, of my life.

I don't really understand why I am here. And though I haven't thought much about it, I wasn't prepared to see this happen right in front of my eyes. Well, sure, I might regret truly and end up ruining my life, but, this just pains me. But then again, I would not bear to see another day, wondering what if's and what might been's. So, I guess, this might just be a great decision.

With one last look at the rear-view mirror, I checked myself. My face was a mess, mascara running down my cheeks, lipstick smeared on, I kinda looked goth. But, I decided that I didn't care, nor did it mattered. So, I silently placed myself in the second to the last row of benches, and wait impatiently for this happening to unfold. Then it all happened, the entrances, the whatever you call it - but I didn't really care about those things. So I began to sigh every now, waiting, and waiting. It took a century and a half when I heard the words I longed to hear, and yes, it was the,

"Speak Now or Forever Hold Your Peace,"

I then quickly questioned myself on how I should act, right then and there. Sure, I planned this out, millions of times. But I never really guessed that this is the feeling when it is actually happening. It was frightening, I suppose. But I really have to pay no damn attention to what I was feeling, they were all waiting, and this might be over soon, so I asked myself; greatest decision or regret?

I shakily held up my hand as I stood up. And all eyes were on me. Or so I thought so.

Then, maybe, I chose this to be my greatest regret.

I was waiting for her to make a move. While, she just doesn't.

"Well then. I guess we could officially start the ceremony, now," the minister spoke out. Then, he started to tell stories from the Bible regarding with love, marriage, and betrayals. But, it was still obvious from Chad's face that he was hurt, and the pain wore him out. He still couldn't believe what just happened. But, that would have to wait, as though the minister called out his name,

"Chad Dylan Cooper? Do you take this lovely woman at your side, to be your lawfully wedded-wife? For richer or for poorer, in sickness and in health, and till death do you part?" he questioned him.

Chad panicked as this moment finally came, he looked back to where Sonny was before, and to his dismay; she was gone. Then, he quickly turned to the minister who was patiently awaiting his

answer.

He then said the two words which broke his and Sonny's heart,

"I DO,"

Okay, guys. You can officially kill me now, but hey, do me one favor before you do, hit that review button, right there. So, i'll die happy. :) BUT THEN AGAIN, YOU WOULDN'T WANT ME TO EXPERIENCE HAPPINESS. *breaks into tears and runs out of the room, sobbing*