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3 months later

Seeing your life flash before your eyes puts a lot into perspective Aibhlinn left the hospital, cas had , the wedding had been organized in threewords, and he swore his heart swelled every tilanced to across the church and sirl in a fluffy pink dress fit for a princess She gave hies in his life

He still saw the doc once ahis past to rest He couldn’t allow the poison to spill over onto the little patch of nirvana he’d carved into the world Now here he stood waiting for the woet here There had been fights, tears, and episodes But they’d come out on the other side, and from where he stood now, life was beautiful There’d been one opening left at Old St Mary’s and they’d taken it gratefully Now she stood just outside the entrance of the church with his father and her mother to walk her down the aisle Red rose petals littered the white aisle runner, and tri-tiered candelabras illu March” began to play, and the guests stood He registered this vaguely because his full attention was the wo toward him Lace was draped across the clavicle he loved to explore with his tongue

The dress tucked in and belled outher look like a fairy creature The sireen ribbon around her waist with a white flower made him smile It represented her beloved Emerald Aisle, just as the crown of pink, white, and purple wildflowers that adorned her wild hair did Curls tu her face She paused and oofy s back Her mother and his father kissed her cheek, placed her veil over her face, and handed Aibhlinn off to hi the priest

“Dearly beloved, we are gathered here today ” The traditional words blurred as he held on to her hand Her body all but vibrated with energy

“Before the couple says their vows, the groo to his bride”

“What are you doing?” she whispered

He sht; a symbol of their love he could carry with him everywhere they went He twisted his body to face her and took her hands He’d never told her that the poeotten the stars on his arm with t

he lines “Of cloudless clie to the woman he loved Now he could wear the words proudly Lost in the depths of her greenish-blue jewels, he recited the poem

She walks in beauty, like the night

Of cloudless climes and starry skies;

And all that’s best of dark and bright

Meet in her aspect and her eyes:

Thus ht

Which heaven to gaudy day denies