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I Do
Upon noticing that no one was going to say anything, the pastor continued, “If no one so wishes to break up this happy couple, let’s continue,” and I felt my heart slowly breaking in two. He turned to Ryan, “Do you, George Ryan Ross, take Carmen Abigail Villanueva to be your lawfully wedded wife?” and I looked at him. He looked at her, but he wasn’t saying anything.
He slowly turned his head to look straight at me and it was killing me. I couldn’t breathe anymore. I felt like I was going to pass out. No air was passing through my mouth or out of it. Not even my nose. And yet, as Ryan stared at me, I managed to stand. My world was going dizzy. I felt I was about to fall over. But he smiled. I put my hand down, “No!” I yelled. Everyone turned toward me and Ryan tried his best not to look happy, “Don’t get married! I… I love… I love you…” I collapsed to the ground.
The next thing I knew, I woke up and winced at the bright whiteness of the room. I felt something in my hand and looked down to see a hand. My heart clenched and I followed the black-clad arm to one Ryan. I smiled, “Ryan…” and then I frowned. I had to be dreaming. He then reached his free hand over and cupped the side of my face. I looked up at the ceiling, “I’m dreaming.”
I heard him laugh. He laughed. I missed his laugh, “You’re not dreaming. Although… The doctors said you had a severe panic attack. You did scream at me that you loved me. You know, when I was addressing invitations and I put the address on yours, I stared at it for the longest time. The last thing you said to me was that you didn’t need my pity, that you didn’t want me, so I didn’t even know if it was a good idea. But I thought to myself, if you were really over me, you wouldn’t come. You’d disregard it… So when I saw you sitting there, when I saw you come in, I couldn’t wait for the moment that the pastor would ask if anyone had any objections… then you didn’t say anything… And I couldn’t say ‘I do.’ I didn’t want to. Then you got up and I just… My life was complete again… I love you too…”
I smiled and squeezed his hand, “I… I said those things… because you were acting like you didn’t want me. I was just a fake boyfriend to you and you thought that’s all I felt for you. So I exploded. And it seemed like you only told me you liked me because I did.”
“No, I didn’t, Bren… I’m happy to be out of there. Now, we have a real wedding to attend to,” he stood up and held out his hand. I stared at him strangely. That didn’t make any sense. At all. So I just kept staring at him. Then he finally clarified, “Ours. I want to marry you. I don’t care about getting famous and about becoming rich. I care about you. And I know this is cheesy. But I want to marry you. I’m already in a tux, yours is in the drawer. Let’s go.”
I slowly sat up and looked at him, “So you want to marry me.”
“Yes, you idiot, come on,” he leaned over to kiss me on the lips, “You know, if someone had told me five years ago that I’d be marrying a prostitute, I would have laughed.”
“Hey, it’s escort.”
“Mhm, sure,” he smirked and pulled me out of bed, “Now get dressed,” he kissed my lips and walked out.
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A/N: IT'S SO SHORT! Sorry! :( And I'm feeling lazy with I Love Your Hands and People Deserve to Die. And I've had you all on edge about this for a while, so here you go. :)
Upon noticing that no one was going to say anything, the pastor continued, “If no one so wishes to break up this happy couple, let’s continue,” and I felt my heart slowly breaking in two. He turned to Ryan, “Do you, George Ryan Ross, take Carmen Abigail Villanueva to be your lawfully wedded wife?” and I looked at him. He looked at her, but he wasn’t saying anything.
He slowly turned his head to look straight at me and it was killing me. I couldn’t breathe anymore. I felt like I was going to pass out. No air was passing through my mouth or out of it. Not even my nose. And yet, as Ryan stared at me, I managed to stand. My world was going dizzy. I felt I was about to fall over. But he smiled. I put my hand down, “No!” I yelled. Everyone turned toward me and Ryan tried his best not to look happy, “Don’t get married! I… I love… I love you…” I collapsed to the ground.
The next thing I knew, I woke up and winced at the bright whiteness of the room. I felt something in my hand and looked down to see a hand. My heart clenched and I followed the black-clad arm to one Ryan. I smiled, “Ryan…” and then I frowned. I had to be dreaming. He then reached his free hand over and cupped the side of my face. I looked up at the ceiling, “I’m dreaming.”
I heard him laugh. He laughed. I missed his laugh, “You’re not dreaming. Although… The doctors said you had a severe panic attack. You did scream at me that you loved me. You know, when I was addressing invitations and I put the address on yours, I stared at it for the longest time. The last thing you said to me was that you didn’t need my pity, that you didn’t want me, so I didn’t even know if it was a good idea. But I thought to myself, if you were really over me, you wouldn’t come. You’d disregard it… So when I saw you sitting there, when I saw you come in, I couldn’t wait for the moment that the pastor would ask if anyone had any objections… then you didn’t say anything… And I couldn’t say ‘I do.’ I didn’t want to. Then you got up and I just… My life was complete again… I love you too…”
I smiled and squeezed his hand, “I… I said those things… because you were acting like you didn’t want me. I was just a fake boyfriend to you and you thought that’s all I felt for you. So I exploded. And it seemed like you only told me you liked me because I did.”
“No, I didn’t, Bren… I’m happy to be out of there. Now, we have a real wedding to attend to,” he stood up and held out his hand. I stared at him strangely. That didn’t make any sense. At all. So I just kept staring at him. Then he finally clarified, “Ours. I want to marry you. I don’t care about getting famous and about becoming rich. I care about you. And I know this is cheesy. But I want to marry you. I’m already in a tux, yours is in the drawer. Let’s go.”
I slowly sat up and looked at him, “So you want to marry me.”
“Yes, you idiot, come on,” he leaned over to kiss me on the lips, “You know, if someone had told me five years ago that I’d be marrying a prostitute, I would have laughed.”
“Hey, it’s escort.”
“Mhm, sure,” he smirked and pulled me out of bed, “Now get dressed,” he kissed my lips and walked out.
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A/N: IT'S SO SHORT! Sorry! :( And I'm feeling lazy with I Love Your Hands and People Deserve to Die. And I've had you all on edge about this for a while, so here you go. :)
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