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68. "You may kiss the bride."
My wedding day. Her wedding day. His wedding day.
It should always have been his day. This day was not mine alone; it was never intended to be mine. Some say when you lose someone you should live as they would have wanted you to do. Ot's intended to pull you out of your grief and get you back to living like a normal person.
In this aspect, and perhaps in other areas, I live the way he would have done, had he had the chance.
Maybe I've missed the point. Maybe the idea is that I don't live his life. Maybe I'm only supposed to live one life – my own – not his, not both.
"I do." She promises quietly, staring into my eyes. Her own eyes are filled with tears. She sees me there and she sees him. In a sense, she's marrying the both of us, she loves the both of us. She would have married him and yet, here she stands marrying me. Him and me.
"I do." I promise right back, when my turn comes. In a sense, I'm marrying her for him. He would have done it, had he had the chance, I'm doing it for him and for me because I love her too, just as much as he did, perhaps even more. Him and me.
"I do." He says, the words are unspoken but hang in the air.
We shared everything. Perhaps it makes sense, in a twisted kind of way, that we would even share this day, this woman, this love.
"You may kiss the bride." The Minister announces victoriously.
She leans towards me and I reach for her waist instinctively. Our lips touch, I can feel her smile, can practically see her joy.
It should always have been his day. It should always have been her day. It should always have been my day.
A/N: I haven't named names but I'm hoping it's pretty obvious who it is – I kind of like the mystery element to it this way though. Message me if you want more of an explanation.
