Charpter 17 -the one that comes after this one- is the last.

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By the next day, we had already bought the most beautiful white dress in London, called all our friends and family ans asked a local small church to let us get married the next weekend.

On thursday I had almost slept with another random girl... Today, 9 days later, on Saturday, we were getting married.

"I'm so sorry I didn't tell you before" Tom said as he helped me to get dress without ruining the suit, something that sound pretty much like me.

We couldn't organize a bid wedding in 9 days, those kinds of weddings take a lot of time to be planned, no matter how much money I had, we couldn't do it, we didn't had that among of time, we didn't know how much Emma would... Live. But we liked it this way, a simple and nice wedding, only the people who love us the most would be there, those who really care about us would come as fast as they would, and many did.

"Not today, Tom" I said "Anyway, I know you were just trying to protect me, I'm not mad at you, dude"

"Did you talk about the honeymoon?" Harry asked.

"Yes, she wants to stay here in London... You know, she wants to be around her friends while... She can"

"Does your family know about the disease?"

"No, only we and her family know about it I think. I'll tell them all later. Today is a happy day" I smiled. I meant what I said; today was my day, our day, Emma's and mine, screw the leukemia today.

Excitement ran through my body as I waited for the moment in which Emma appeared. I hated being away frome her, I needed to had her close to me and take care of her all the time. I hadn't seen her in hours and it was driving me mad. I was thrill to see her again... And when I did, when I finally saw her there, standing at the entrance of the church with her lovely dress that made her look like an angel, a goddess or any beautiful thing you can think of, with a haircut that fit her beautifully, with a smile in her face, a little tear ran down my cheek... But this time, it was a tear of happiness.

And then she walked forwards. We couldn't stop looking at each other. If beauty had a human shape, it would try to copy her and still fail. She was the best woman ever and she was mine.

I repeated the words everybody's supposed to say when they get married in a church, but I wasn't even listening to what I was saying. The moment she said 'I do', she smiled once again and, like me, cried of happiness. I put my arms around her and kissed her as the rest of the people shouted happily. Like I'd said, today was a happy day.

She was tired that night as a consequense of all the excitement and her disease. I undressed her, took her in my arms and then laid her down on the bed. We held each other softly and I kissed her chekk around a hundred times maybe.

"Emma Poynter" she said and smiled "It sounds good"

"You know what else sounds good?"

"What?"

"The idea of kissing you all night long, Mrs. Poynter"

She laughed and kissed me. We didn't move but didn't remove our lips either, we froze in time, in love for ever.

Sometimes I wish we could have died together that night.