Clarity in the air
Pulling up to the church all signs point to happiness. For once the sun graced us with it's presense.
Fork's cloudy overlay never lets the sun shine upon it's greenier. I wondered if this was Edward's doing.
Everyone was here already. Dressed to the nines and not a hair out of place.
As sad as of a thought it was, everyone was just another face. All I wanted was to see him.