Carson pulled out his necktie as the air became heavy with organ music and she approached clouded in white. The woman he swore to always protect and cherish had finally arrived. It was the day that they both had been planning on for years, the final act of solidifying their mutual commitment to each other. Nothing would prevent their love from being an institution and there was no changing today’s final, beautiful outcome.
She felt her eyes tearing up as Candace James started her walk through the church. The wedding dress now tight with the few extra pounds Candace had gained over the last five years. It had originally made her look like the belle of the ball, an angel in white satin. Now, it was merely a frumpy obligation to a promise she’d made.
Two days before her wedding, a truck swerved out of one lane and hit her fiancee’s car straight on. He was killed instantly but, no one thought to tell him that directly. Every year since that tragedy, Claudia puts on the wedding gown that she had picked out and comes back to this now vacated church where he is always waiting.
Carson’s transparent heart felt alive again as she walked towards him once more. He would wait for her, always. After all, this was their day that was forever meant to be.
Written for the First Line Friday prompt – https://wordpress.com/read/feeds/19271780/posts/2444800598