Hudnred Word Challenge: #12 wedding
Her. It's all I can think about. She haunts my dreams— whether asleep or not. Her. So brave, so gorgeous, so absolutely perfect.
Gone; like a wisp of the wind. But I'm not going to run from that reality— she wouldn't have wanted me to. Then again, she wouldn't want me to be this shell of the person I once was.
I never even got to propose.
My thoughts drift to our would-be wedding. How I never in a million years dreamed of having one. When I met her, though, I started to think that maybe it could be a possibility. And as I got closer to her, I couldn't imagine life without her constantly by my side. I was more than willing to spend every second of every day with her.
Then, in a flash, time was up.
I still think of if we had had the wedding, how Mom would be so proud. How Daphne would be our flower girl, grinning more radiantly than the sun itself. How Buzzflower and Mallobarb would be glaring daggers at me the entire time. How Roni, Snow, and Sabrina would be bridesmaids. Mr. Canis and Henry as groomsmen. How, when my soon-to-be bride walked out, my heart would stop beating— the same reaction I always had when seeing her. How she would smile breathtakingly, making my knees go weak.
I throw my manly pride out the window every time I think about these things.
I'm snapped out of my reverie when Daphne approaches me.
She smiles shyly before handing me a crumpled piece of paper. "I made it for you a little while ago," she explains. "She would have liked it, I think."
As suddenly as she comes, she disappears.
I look down at the sheet in my hands. It's a drawing. A drawing of who I think is Briar and myself. I'm sure that it's supposed to be us at our wedding.
I raise my head to the direction in which Daphne went. She's peeping back at me to see my reaction. I offer her a sad, half smile. She just nods.
I fold the paper and put it into my breast pocket. It won't happen, but that's not gonna stop me from thinking about it.
A.N.:
-Cat