The crowd grows bigger and bigger in anticipation of our union. I should be excited, I suppose, but all there are in my stomach is knots. Nervous knots? Terrified knots? So happy I don't know how to feel knots? It's hard to tell. But here we are: the bride about to walk down the aisle and her groom waiting for her to tell her I do. I do take you as the love of my life forever and for always, til death do us part. He looks so handsome. Red tunic, fine trim, a bit of ambrosia pinned to his breast....If there weren't so many people watching us, I could kiss him right now. Of course, I have to do that anyway.
So many people.
And I have to walk in front of them all. In my dress. Actually, I didn't really get a chance to look at it, come to think of it. I don't even remember picking it out. Maybe it's the anxiety.
Our outfits match, as it should. A dark but brilliant red next to a slightly lighter but still sophisticated shade of red. Only mine is decorated with acacia flowers on the trim. I suppose it makes sense. The shape of the flower matches the shape of the gown. Some of them are white while the others are more of a gold color, though since it's not all over the entire dress, maybe no one will notice its beauty. They'll at least notice the bouquet. It seems a shame to toss it. All those pretty petals flying into the air and then getting relentlessly destroyed by those who wish to be married next. Well, at least I have it here now. I can't move, but I can stare at the bouquet. At least it looks like I'm doing something. And how pretty it is. A white iris surrounded by red camelias, pale red carnations, and bright red chrysanthemums.
The music grows louder. I think it's my turn. My feet feel glued to the floor and I don't think I can move. Yet, somehow, I feel compelled to, for there he is. Waiting for me. My love and beating heart. And somehow I walk through the sea of faces. The smell of red tulips fill my nose as I pass through and I can see ivy creeping up the poles decorating the small aisle I pass through. And finally, I get to him. The touch of his paw as I arrive gives me assurance that everything will be alright. I never noticed all the red calla lilies and orange variegated tulips decorating the altar. Who put these here? It seems like a lot of flowers. I suppose they all match and look pretty but just a few should have sufficed for the whole venue. Well, no matter. I'm here now, and I think I'm confident enough to kiss you my love.
But where are your lips?
Where are you?
Nothing.
Dark clouds are rolling in, and all I can see are decaying flowers. All the flowers that were here have turned into dead leaves, falling harshly to the ground where you were. All these in my hands have withered. This was supposed to be my day! Our day! The crowd is gone and I could relish in this moment if it was just you and me! Oh! Where did you go?!
No. I shall not cry. There will be no tears shed. For I shall find you. Yes I shall. I will make my own bouquet! The yellow hyacinths, the begonias, and the primrose should do just fine. Then I will track you down! And wherever you are my love, I swear to you this day will never be taken from us again!
Til death do we part!
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