And here is #10-- By My Side:
The string quartet flares into the familiar march, announcing the woman of the hour. There she is, tall and resplendent in a sheath of white. She’s beautiful.
He blinks, and then she’s in front of him, close enough to touch. He does, reaching out to brush the soft, bare skin of her arm.
She beams, her joy for him and him alone. His heart skips a beat.
Together they turn to face the officiator—to face their future— side by side.
“You’re late,” he murmurs softly.
“Sorry, sir.”
He blinks. “Sir?”
That smile again. “…Jack.”
Spoiler:
The string quartet flares into the familiar march, announcing the woman of the hour. There she is, tall and resplendent in a sheath of white. She’s beautiful.
He blinks, and then she’s in front of him, close enough to touch. He does, reaching out to brush the soft, bare skin of her arm.
She beams, her joy for him and him alone. His heart skips a beat.
Together they turn to face the officiator—to face their future— side by side.
“You’re late,” he murmurs softly.
“Sorry, sir.”
He blinks. “Sir?”
That smile again. “…Jack.”
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