first. I'm really sorry this took so long to get out. It is a personal pet peeve when authors takea long timeto get pieces out. But I also understand why it happens - because we get busy. That being said, I want to thank all the people that continued to read my story and give me such WONDERFUL feedback. You all are amazing. I will be posting some of my other fic soon as well, so keep your eyes opened :)
And now onto el finale...
PART XIII
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"Chains . . . they bind us, whether we want them to or not. But a heart without chains would have nothing to hold it, might simply blow away."
Into The Land of the Unicorns
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Harm watched his soon-to-be-bride approach him down the aisle. The scene created was picturesque and he knew he would never forget this day. They had both wanted a winter wedding, with snow, and on this day in December, God was about to unite two souls who were destined to be together. They would get married, and then he was taking his wife to a relaxing resort. There was plenty to do . . . hike, ride the horses, take long walks on the beach . . . but given the time of year, it was too cold to get in. Even so, he know Mac would make it wonderful all the same.
Mac reached him and as he reached for her hand, the minister began speaking. Mac listened to his words and hung on to them, wanting to capture this memory in her mind for all eternity, but somehow she kept losing herself in Harm's eyes.
"You may kiss your bride," the minister said before she knew it and Mac smiled as Harm leaned towards her. Their lips melded together, as if they were made to fit together. But, Mac thought as she felt his strong arms circle around her waist, they did.
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SUMMERHILL RESORT
VERMONT
1:35 P.M
Mac had never been happier in her life. Here . . . with Harm. She didn't know it was possible to love someone as much as she loved Harm. She wished everyone could be as happy as she was right now.
These thoughts drifted in her mind as she walked down the stable aisle at the resort they were staying at for a week for their honeymoon. The smell of horses, tack, and feed combined to make a heavenly scent. She peered over each stall door, admiring the horses' conformation and trying to guess their breeds, and was about to turn back when she saw that there was one more stall. Her eyes widened as she glanced over the door. The mare inside had exquisite conformation and her eyes sparkled like that of a loved horse. Her coat was radiant with brown and white splotches, each shining with equal brilliance. The horse, who Mac was sure she had never met before, looked strangely familiar. As Mac stepped back and glanced at the nameplate, her eyes shone with surprise, then happiness. For on the nameplate, inscribed with a fancy, cursive script was Misty.
"He sees not as man sees, but far clearer: judges not as man judges, but far more wise . . . I was forced to pass through the valley of the shadow of death. His chastisements are mighty; and one smote me which has humbled me for ever." (Mr. Rochester, Jane Eyre)
Still wondering what Tumainisha means? It's 'hope' in Swahili)
Also, all apologies to Charlotte Bronte. I took the liberty of borrowing
your story for a bit but I'll give it right back, I swear.