One-Shot #4 Officially

To say we were cheap right now was an understatement.

Most girls want a huge fairy tale wedding, with a carriage and music and all this fancy diamond jewelry and stuff. I personally didn't care for any of that. For a long part of my life, during my childhood into about half my teens, I never even concidered marriage. I was convinced I would just die alone. I'd live through my whole life, be it short or long, without even ever kissing... But here I was now.

I glanced at myself in the mirror. Yes, I had the white dress and all, but it was far from what traditional weddings were like. I didn't even have any make-up on. My mom stood by, eyeing me nervously. She was well aware that I was to be married to a man who wasn't even human, and she did not seem too pleased. I could tell she was proud though, even if she wouldn't admit it.

I allowed myself to peek out the door. The ceremony was to take place in this tiny little chapel, at the edge of some far off town. It was in the middle of nowhere, and was actually run by slenderfolk. I had only recently found out that it was tradition for slenders to marry in their true form. It symbolized that they were united as their true selves. I saw him, at the other side of the room. The tall faceless man that was destined to me. He wore a suit that would have made him look like the real Slenderman, even a tad bit fancier. The only difference being that he still wore that old blue and grey scarf.

I moved away from the door and resumed aranging my hair. Soon, though, I was informed it was finally the time. I held my father's hand as he walk alongside me, all the way up to him. The crowd at our sides included humans, my mother and father along with my best friend and her fiancé. Dill and Fred, friends of my soon-to-be-husband, were also present. The other side included a few slenderfolk. Some were in human form, a few I didn't recognise. Relatives of Tom, I assumed. His parents were there of course, standing tall and proud. Hi slittle brother was also there, looking at me happily.

It was clear my parents were both stressed out of their minds. I then began to question why I wasn't. Why wasn't I freaking out? I was minutes away from being married...maybe even seconds. We finally got to the end of that one walk that felt far to slow. I was tempted to take matters into my own hands and run down what was left, but I decided against it.

As the tall boring man that stood in front of us babled on, I let my eyes wander around my soon-to-be-husband. He smiled faintly to me. "Bored too?" "Like mad. I thought weddings were supposed to be exciting, supposed to give you a rush." "Yeah... I honestly don't feel that different from any other day." "Well, I guess I am worried... for my parents. They look like they're gonna be sick!"

Rings were set on our fingers. To go back on how cheap we were, most people bought a new ring, a wedding ring. They'd just get rid of the engagement one. We didn't... We had the same rings we had since the beginning. I gazed at my amethyst carved Master Ball ring, looking over to Tom's golden Triforce ring.

Words were spoken, we kissed, people cheered, cake, yay. Such fun. I began to feel worry eating at my insides. Why wasn't I feeling that rush everyone described? Why wasn't I nearly fainting from excitement or joy? I felt cold run through my veins. What if I wasn't in love with him anymore? No. No, that was impossible. I loved him. I loved him more than the world. He sensed my confusion and walked over to me, wrapping his long arms around me, filling me with static. I rested my head on his chest, breathing in peacefully. Yes, I loved him. There were no doubts there.

As we went back to our little hotel room, I was just glad to finally get out of the uncomfortable dress, which was a rental by the way. We both laid down in bed, gazing at the ceiling. The air felt heavy and tense, but also ringing with a certain sense of joy. "So..." "We're married now." There was a certain dreamy whisper to his voice. I turned to see his sky eyes shining in the dim lighting. I turned over to press my head against his scarf. I wrapped an arm around me, and a few of his tendrills. Their cool and warm touch made me feel at home.

It was in this moment, this one moment in particular, that I realized why I didn't feel that insane rush at our wedding. Because, we just love each other so much, are more like one mind than two, that it's like we were married from the start. The ceremony made it official, but we already cared for each other more than anyone ever could. He must have read my mind at the time, I heard him chuckled and he barelly whispered. "You're right..." We remained in each other's arms like that until we drifted off to sleep...as husband and wife...

...officially.