Cemetery Drive.
"I love you Querida," he said, a smile growing on his face. " I would die for you, death doesn't scare me now, I have met you and have finished what I came here for. To find my one true love, you, Susannah," he said grinning like mad, I felt tears prickling at my eyes, "I'd give anything to be with you," that was true – he'd done that loads since we'd met. "and I would be honoured if you would agree to be Mrs Susannah DeSilva," he finished. A smile erupted onto my face. I knew that this was going to be the happiest moment of my life. After everything that me and Jesse had gone through, this was it. Just me, Jesse, and our two best friends, Paul and CeeCee. The sun is shining bright, setting onto the sea behind us. The sand between our feet is as warm as the breeze is cool. The future looks almost as good as Jesse. We are moving into a house by the beach, Jesse has graduated out of Med School, and has already been sent dozens of letters about interviews. We are going on honeymoon today, which will be Jesse's first holiday in … er… 154 years?
"Will you take this man in sickness and in health?" Dom asked, smiling as well.
"I will," I say confidently. Father D continues reciting the usual things, but how can I concentrate when Jesse is in front of me, looking like a god? His Mahogany eyes are twinkling, his tuxedo looks great, even if the trousers are rolled up to the knees. And in 2 minutes I will become his wife. HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO CONCENTRATE?
"If there is any reason why this couple should not wed, please speak now." Father D say, he looks around, then continues " I now …"
"Wait a minute Dommy," Paul says getting out of his seat.
"Paul, please, sit down" I say, trying to shrug it off. Paul cannot ruin my wedding day, I would've expected it 6 years ago, but we're friends now.
"No, I have a reason why they cannot wed." he said, annoyed. Was this a joke?
"Haha, Enlighten us then." I said, laughing.
"Because, don't both parties have to be alive to marry?" he asked innocently.
"Paul, what …" I said, stopping short when I saw the gun, gleaming in the sunlight, being drawn from his jacket.
"SLATER!" Jesse shouted, jumping at him, but it was too late, he'd shot the gun.
I miss you, I miss you so back home, off the run
singing songs that make you slit your wrists
it isn't that much fun, staring down a loaded gun
so i won't stop dying, won't stop lying
if you want i'll keep on crying
did you get what you deserve?
is this what you always want me for?
i miss you, i miss you so far
and the collision of your kiss that made it so hard