Oh my goodness, it's finally arrived! The final letter of Dear Molly! I actually made myself sit down and write this today, knowing that I'd kept people waiting for far too long xD. And, viola, the finished product! I really do hope you enjoy this final letter, and that you don't mind the utter fluffiness/sappiness. It IS their wedding, so I think the extra fluff is excusable ;).

But WAIT! This isn't a final goodbye. I plan on writing an epilogue chapter that is not in letter form. What will this epilogue consist of? Well you'll just have to wait to find out ;).

As per usual, please review if this tickled your fancy/floated your boat/any other strange cliche I might've missed! Reviews mean a ton to me, especially as this story draws to a close. I always love hearing from you all!

Enjoy :)!


Dear Molly,

I suppose it was inevitable. Ever since the moment I first saw you, I knew that I was head over heels. But still, I never thought the day would come when we would get married.

The morning was slow and serene. The sun shining on our faces woke us up. You never were one for regimented schedules and strict timing, so your lack of an alarm clock didn't surprise me. Thank goodness I feel the same way; if, somehow, in some bizarre parallel universe you ended up with Gill, I don't think he'd be able to stand it! The guy always was a stick in the mud.

I was still holding you like I'd been the night before. We smiled at each other for a moment as we let the plans for the upcoming day sink in; what would become the best day of our lives, we hoped.

"Well, this is it." You said with a lovestruck sigh. Or at least, I like to think it was a lovestruck sigh. Did you enjoy waking up to my face this morning as much as I enjoyed waking up to yours?

"You wanna shower up while I cook breakfast?" I asked you, carefully untangling my arms from yours and standing myself up.

"Sounds like a plan!" you told me, and we both hopped to it.

The morning passed by swiftly as we went about our business in preparing for the day ahead. Pretty soon we were walking out the door with our wedding garments in hand, heading towards the church.

I've passed the church several times before (the mine cart lets out there, so passing by is the quickest way to get into Harmonica town), but I don't think it's ever looked as beautiful as it did today. The white outer walls looked warm and welcoming, and the stained glass window in front reflected the midmorning sun perfectly, giving it a sort of sparkle. Due to its being on exceptionally higher ground than the rest of the island, there was a constant spring breeze blowing; not an uncomfortable breeze, rather a pleasant one that tickled your skin in welcome. My dear, it seems you and I picked the perfect day for a wedding.

As soon as we crossed the threshold of the entrance, we were swarmed by people. I was quickly carried off by Owen and Toby, my best men, and Paolo, the ring bearer. You were whisked away by Kathy, your maid of honor, Renee and Candace, your bridesmaids, and Chloe, the one and only flower girl.

As soon as I arrived in the back room, the changing process began. Toby helped me take off my usual clothes, while Owen handed me my tuxedo. Do you remember getting that tuxedo from Sonata Tailoring? You said you wanted something more classic, but I insisted on wearing the blue one, telling you that it was just too EXTREME to pass up! Finally, you let me buy it, saying that, if anything, "at least it'll be something unique". I couldn't agree more.

Finally, the tux was on and my hair was combed. I kept my bandana on, of course, seeing as we'd both agreed that the ceremony wouldn't be complete without it. I wanted to take my axe down the aisle too, but you said that it might give people the wrong impression. You were probably right.

"Alright, it's time. Go get 'em tiger!" he said, practically pushing me out the door.

"We'll be out there with you in a few!" Toby called, and that was the last thing I heard before they closed the door behind me, leaving me in a silent room filled with people, all waiting to watch me get married.

I walked apprehensively to the head of the room, and then stood beside the alter. I spent the next few moments trying to ignore the penetrating stares of the onlookers. For a few moments, it felt as though I was back in third grade in the Castanet Elementary School pageant. It was a pageant about the harvest season where all of the kid-crops walked out alphabetically. As the zucchini, I was the last one out there. I remember looking at the audience, feeling their eyes boring into me, and vomiting on the spot.

I really, really hoped that history wouldn't repeat itself.

I faintly realized that Owen and Toby had joined me in the front of the room, and that Owen had put a comforting hand on my shoulder. "Easy, dude." He whispered so as not to draw too much attention. "You look almost as sick as you did in that third grade harvest pageant."

"Thanks for reminding me." I responded dryly, making him laugh. He whispered something else in my ear, but I couldn't hear him; everything else in the room disappeared as soon as you walked in.

Molly, I've told you how pretty you are before. But at that moment, I think that you were the most stunningly beautiful thing on the planet Earth. Everything about you as you walked down the aisle was absolute perfection. Your hair was done up and soft brown curls framed your face just so. Your dress was simplistic, with just a few white ribbons and patterns, but what struck me most about it was that it was so, unbelievably you. Your hands held a bouquet of pure white flowers. Your eyes sparkled with something I couldn't quite place.

After a few moments of gaping at your presence, I realized that you were walking closer to me; that this whole, big thing was really happening.

I felt rising dread in my stomach as the question made itself apparent for the first time; was I ready? Really, truly ready? There were responsibilities that came with being married, but could I handle them? And of course there was work and food and sickness and kids and—

My train of thought stopped at a screeching halt when I realized that you were standing across from me. My eyes must have told you how nervous I'd become, because you smiled at me and squeezed my hand in reassurance.

I suddenly knew that everything would be alright.

Perry stepped up to his priestly podium and began to speak. "We are gathered here today…" I spent the whole time looking at you, and just thinking about how lucky I was to be standing there. I really hope that you were thinking the same thing.

The vows eventually drew to a close. And, with a simultaneous "I do" and a big kiss (that may or may not have been a little longer than necessary; I tend to lose track of time when we kiss, you know.), we were married.

Married.

Holy crap, we're married!

The last thing I remember clearly was running out into the churchyard hand in hand, first posing for pictures and then heading off to the Brass Bar for the wedding party. Everything after that felt like a hazy sort of dream. There was cake and dancing and flower tossing (Maya ended up catching the bouquet. I hope that bodes well for Chase!) and talking and laughing and kissing…and before I could fully take in what was happening we had gone home, and you and I were sitting together on the couch in front of your fireplace.

"We're…married." I said for what must've been the hundredth time, still trying to get used to the way the words felt on my tongue.

"Yes we are," you said, "and I wouldn't have it any other way."

After that, no words were exchanged. We sat there and held each other for what could've been anything from a few minutes and a few hours, until eventually you silently decided that you were ready to head off to bed. I let you go, immediately missing the feeling of you in my arms.

You've been lying in bed for awhile now as I've been writing you this letter. You can't imagine how it feels to have been writing you these letters all this time, from the very beginning all the way up until today. It feels like it's been an eternity, but also like it's been no time at all.

I've decided that this will be my last letter to you. What's the point in writing you letters when I'll be with you every single day from now on? Besides, I'd much rather spend time with the living, breathing you than continue writing.

And who really knows? I might just let you read them someday.

Yours (and 'til death do us part),

Luke