It is a gorgeous day for a wedding outdoors. The birds were chirping, the sun was shining, and there wasn't a cloud in the sky. The pale blue water sparkled and waves crashed ever so gently along the pier. There weren't even any boats out on the water today. You could see for miles on end and stare into what seemed to be an endless horizon.
The air smells of beautiful orchids of pale purple. Bows and tooling line the aisle. Cannon in D is playing softly in the background as the bridesmaids, Meredith and Christina, make their way to the front of the altar. Their pale green bridesmaid's dresses seem to glow in the sunlight. This is it! Izzie takes the hand of Chief Weber and slowly makes her way to the front where her groom-to-be waits patiently. There couldn't have been a more perfect moment.
At the altar stood Denny along side George and Alex. He had his crazy little grin on his face that melted Izzie's heart. His hair had that beautiful soft curl to it. His eyes seems to glow with love. Tears gently rolled down as they joined hands to walk onto the pier together. The readings were read, the hymns sung. The vows were just about it be read…
"Izzie! Iz, please open this door!"
…the scenery started to shift. Izzie watched as her dream started to leak away…
"Izzie…come on! You need to talk about this."
…the waves that were gently crashing against the pier turned into a violent roar and then into more of a knocking sound…
"Izzie…this has gone on long enough. We need to talk about this now."
…and then, it was all gone. The wedding was all gone. Izzie started to bawl inconsolably when she found herself laying on the bathroom floor. Her beautiful wedding dress was really the dress she had chosen for the prom. Her bouquet was really just a wad of tissue bunched up in her fists. No. I don't want this reality. I want the other reality. The one were Denny didn't die.
Just then, Meredith bursts into the bathroom and lays on the floor right next to Izzie. Should I tell her about the dream? No. Then I would have to admit it was just a dream. And so it went. Izzie slowly started to come around, but she never mentioned her dream to anybody. Part of her wanted to keep that perfect moment wrapped up in her mind, so on those nights, when the darkness becomes suffocating, she can bring the dream back to life. Her heart ached deeply. A piece of it was missing, but at least, when the pain got to be too intense, she could close her eyes and relive that perfect moment overlooking the water. She can almost smell the orchids, and hear the waves crashing. Cannon in D plays softly in the background, and it feels real. It feels almost as real as the searing pain, and that was going to have to satisfaction enough. Through it all, that would have to be enough.
THE END