DISCLAIMER: Sound of Music isn't mine

PROLOGUE

She stood by the open windows of her bedroom, the coral-coloured curtains billowing around her as the wind whipped against her face. She pulled her dressing gown tighter around her as she looked forward, gazing at the lake, glittering and sparkling under the moonlight. Tonight was the last night she was to stay in this bedroom, for tomorrow, she would be a married woman.

Some sort of excitement began to bubble in her chest, and butterflies began to fill her stomach, and yet there was terror, punching her in the gut. She had never felt more scared her entire life, she thought. Yet, in the midst of all the doubts and worries she had about tomorrow, a smile began to grace her face when she began to think of how her hard work would pay off if everything went smoothly tomorrow. A surge of pride went through her, and she let herself relax a little bit.

Her eyes travelled down, and watched as a figure stopped by the lake. She knew that figure well. Of course she did—she was engaged to that man. She was to marry him in the morning.

"Yes, married," she whispered as her mind went through the entire summer. She thought of everything and anything about the past few months—noting how much he had changed, and how much he loved his children, how he loved the puppet show, and how he sang Edelweiss. She thought of the party, and how he danced and made her blush. She saw the love and adoration in his eyes.

She shook her head and laid on the bed, burying her face in the pillow, and wondered if she would ever be enough.

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Georg's eyes travelled down the aisle and saw her figure enter the cathedral, and the air had been knocked out of his lungs. Suddenly, his naval uniform had been absolutely constricting, and he could barely breathe. There she was, looking much more beautiful and breathtaking than he remembered her being. She was radiant, he thought to himself. Her short, golden locks styled in a way he had never seen before. He watched as Liesl made her way to her and smiled at her warmly, then almost chuckled when he saw Gretl tugging on her dress.

He didn't expect her to come, if he really were being honest. He didn't even expect that she would've received the invitation.

He continued to keep his eyes on her, watching as she tilted her head up, then very unexpectedly locked her eyes with him. Her smile slowly faded, much to his dismay, then she pursed her lips and gave him a curt nod. She looked away, and proceeded to walk to the left-most side of the cathedral and took a seat near the side door. He continued to keep his eyes on her, for reasons he couldn't bring himself to admit, yet deep in his heart, knew.

Music suddenly filled his ears and he straightened his posture just a little bit more. He watched as his bride, quite a vision in white, walked down the aisle. She looked phenomenal, as she always did. Yet, there was some sort of part within him that was slowly dying with each step that she took. He was not unhappy, no, but he wished that it didn't have to reach this point. He stole another glance to the side, wanting to see her one last time before…

But he only caught a glimpse of a swish of her skirts exiting through the side door.

He wished it didn't have to end this way.

Hello!!

I don't know what happened, exactly, but this prologue had been sitting in my drafts for the longest time, and I had no idea what to use it for until a few months ago (when Taylor Swift's folklore album was released and I listened to it and bawled to it a little too much). Anyways, I also want to apologize, and I really promise that this is the last story where I will pour all my angst on M and G HAHAHA.

Anyways, this will be short, but the updates will be slow (as usual).

I hope you enjoyed this first part, and if you did, please go on and leave me a review/fave/follow (or all)!

Stay safe,

Hope