Alternant ending

For those long two months Michelle didn't see the tomboy, and all that time all she did was think about what she said and the hurt she saw in her eyes. Even when she was with her fiancé, all she thought about was her and that hurt her, but she didn't want to hurt him. She tried to call her but it only went to voicemail. She tried to email but Amara wouldn't respond. What was she going to do?

And in in a flash the day came, there Michelle was standing before the mirror in her long white gown and vail, her heart heavy.

"Michelle are you ready?" Her mother asked. Michelle looked to her mother with a rigid smile and nodded. "Oh, it's just nerves, love, you'll be just fine," She nodded. "Your father is waiting,"

She walked over and lowered her vail. "You look beautiful. I'm proud to be you mother on this day. Where is Amara?"

Michelle faked a smile. "She said she couldn't make it. But gives best wishes,"

"Odd," The older women nodded and led her to where her father waited. The older man smiled at her and took her hand in her elbow and led her to the aisle. When she saw her soon-to-be husband, her heart sank. She couldn't do this. He took her hand and he smiled. She faked a smile, trying not to discourage him, and when the priest got to the vows, that's when she couldn't take it anymore.

"Do you Michelle take this man to be your lawful wedded husband?"

She stood there for a moment, trying to hold back tears. She closed her eyes and images of Amara flashed through her vison, from when they were kids, from when Amaras parents died, middle school, High-School, graduation, the kiss. She cocked back a sob opening her eyes tears now streaming unwelcomely down her face. It was only a moment but it felt like an eternity as the whole church waited for an answer. She looked down the aisle like she was searching for her own answer and there she thought she was dreaming. In the back of the church in a dark green suit that complimented her eyes like blue did to hers was her ever loved tomboy leaning agents the church wall with her hands in her pockets. She did come, she closed her eyes feeling honored for a brief moment as she turns back to Gavin and the priest, and shacks her head. "No," She croaked.

Gavin gasped, as well as most of the witnesses. The priest stood stunned.

"I can't do this Gavin,"

"What you mean you can't do this?" He asked quickly, like his heart was going to burst out of his chest.

"I can't marry you?"

He gritted his teeth and nodded, his calm expression hiding his pain. "So you decided then?"

Michelle nodded. "Yes," She kissed his cheek, handing him her ring "Just know I'll always love you, even if it's not the way you want it to be," He nodded again clutching the diamond engagement ring in is hand to the point of pain.

She looked down the aisle to the tomboy, Amara held her gaze stunned. With the "What do you think you're doing?" Look, she then exited the church.

Michelle took a deep breath picking up her dress and retreated down the aisle.

Gavin watched her exit, not moving a muscle to stop her, hearing the spectators mutters of disapproval as she exited quickly.

"Where is she going!" His mother hollered.

"To her real love,"

Reaching the church door Michelle busted it open and was soon in the arms of her tomboy, she held her close kissing her with all she had. Amara pulled away.

"What the hell are you thinking, it's Gavin, Gavin's the one you love I'm here to support you not try to swoop you off your feet and fulfill my fantasy!"

"You are my fantasy," Michelle confessed she put her hands on both sides of Amaras face. "I can't marry him because you haunt my dreams. You're there when you're not there. I hear your voice even when you're miles away. I didn't understand what it meant but now I do. I love you and I want to be with you and one day ware this white dress for you,"

"But what about Gavin," Michelle put her hand on Amaras face. Amara leaned into the touch.

"He understands," Amara smiles and lifts up Michelle spinning her.

Michelle laughs with joy as Amara brought her down for a kiss a kiss so perfect, it made both of them smile and gaze into each other's eyes. Amaras Ocean that are Michelle's eyes no longer a fantasy she drinks in every drop holding her close hoping to god it was real.

Well I guess wishes do come true.

The end