Moments 3/4
By: Allison
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Maybe she's wrong, but I wouldn't mind my own
What do I know?
Their silicone, with a touch of her soul
What do I know?
She's beautiful…
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Standing at the front of the church, your eyes are fixed upon the woman before you; her thin strapped, off-white sating gown hugging all of the right curves. Delicate fingers wrapped around the bouquet she was holding. Bright eyes were framed by wisps of blonde hair framing her face. You think back on the cute half-smiles she used to flash you in the hallways; a mixture of joy, mystery, and desire in them. But today there was nothing mysterious about her at all; her lips forming the most beautiful and loving smile you had ever seen.
Rubbing your fingers against your palms, you wonder how you could be nervous about something you had waited for so long. Fifteen years. The fighting, the laughing, the after-shift breakfasts, the daily grind of their mentally taxing job; they had seen each other through it all. All the pain, all the joy, had lead up to this one single perfect moment. Letting your own smile play up your lips you wondered how you could have ever been so lucky.
To be continued….