A/N: This will be the final installment of this particular story. Thanks to all who stuck it out, despite the long waits between updates!
Disclaimer: I should really leave this blank, since it requires no words, but I'll do it for the sake of fanfiction. I don't own Gilmore Girls.
You glance at yourself in the mirror. Your hair is down, your makeup done, the dress looks beautiful. This is your fantasy. It has been your dream for so long, and now it is finally coming true. Today, you marry Luke Danes.
You stand before the minister, twisting your hands nervously. The smile on your face is just a ghost of the real one you once wore. The one that lit up your face and made your eyes sparkle with happiness. Honestly, you don't understand what you're doing here or why you're even doing it. What compelled you to marry this man? And so soon? It's all a mistake, but you can't take it back now. It would crush him. But it's slowly crushing you.
"I now pronounce you husband and wife."
And it feels so wrong.
You draw in a deep breath and turn to face your daughter.
"You ready?" she asks.
"Lets do this." You turn toward the exit of this room and the entrance of your new life.
You really can't understand what possessed you to get married in the first place. Looking back on it now, you can see that you never really loved the man. What were you thinking? You married him on a spur of the moment whim, and that backfired so horribly on you.
Once again, you are alone. Another failed relationship and you remain by yourself in all of it. Will things ever get better?
You wait in the back for your cue to walk down the aisle. The music starts, your father takes your arm, and the two of you proceed. And while the music plays and all eyes are on you, the only thing you see is him. He looks so gorgeous today. If he knew that you thought so, he would insist that men aren't gorgeous, but he really is. He has that look to him; so happy, like nothing in the world could bring him down off that cloud he's on.
You aren't focused on anything but him, and before you know it, you're right there across from him. Through the whole ceremony, you say the words required of you, but your mind is a million miles away. You're thinking of him.
"I love you," he says, smiling hugely.
"I love you too,"
"I have a question for you," he says, his eyes twinkling with the remains of that smile on his face.
"Shoot,"
He quickly drops to one knee and pulls out a small velvet box. "Marry me?"
Your eyes fill up with tears as things continue. He is staring at you just as intently as you are at him. He is smiling and if you didn't know better, you'd swear his eyes look watery.
You really can't believe how perfect things feel right at this very moment. You can see your future and it's with him. You can see the kids, and the house. The package, and the middle. You see it all right in front of your face. And you know that this time, you aren't going to miss out on it. You smile at your soon-to-be husband and he smiles back. Things are going to turn out to be as close to perfect as they can ever get. You know it.
"I now pronounce you husband and wife."
And it feels so right.
The End.