His heart is pounding a million miles an hour and his bow tie seems a little too tight. He keeps casting nervous glances over his shoulder where his friends are gathered in a line behind him giving him subtle thumbs up to steady his wary nerves. This is the biggest day of his life; why is he so worried? The music begins to play and his eyes widen.
Avery he muses as this is her cue to appear.
Double doors open slowly and his jaw drops as a pretty young girl with wide eyes, a petite frame, and a head full of curls steps forward escorted by her father. Everything hits him at once and the nerves are gone, replaced by a sense of fulfillment and - to be cliche - love. So much love. She advances down the long aisle of rose petals as she casts nervous glances his way. So shy. Even without words he knows she's asking if she looks okay. If she's enough. He just answers with a gentle nod.
Her father is crying (heck, he's crying what's the difference) as he hands her off to him and her fingers feel light and dainty in between his. They exchange vows - ones they'd written - and end it off with rings and a kiss that tastes like salt and strawberry lipstick. Leave it to Avery to wear flavored chapstick on her wedding day.
Arm in arm they walk out, beaming like they're the most important people in the world. Well in that moment...they were.
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