The Tower (2)

it was his big day. no, it was THEIR big day. he had waited for this moment ever since he proposed to her. the church was decorated with lilies of all colors. it was her favorite. he had been anxious all morning, checking his suit, shining his shoes, making sure that his hair was perfect. it annoyed his best friend and best man of the day Nick. 

"look, bro. just chill o.k.? everything's gonna be fine." Nick said trying to calm his best friend down.

"i'm fuckin' nervous man!shit. i've never been this nervous since that day when we..."

"yeah, yeah. i remember that day! good times, good times. can't believe you're gonna get married. of all the people, you!"

"i know man. i couldn't believe it myself. but everything just feels so..."

"right?" Nick continued his friend's sentence.

"yeah, and complete. she makes me feel complete. she completes me. fuck. those mean the same." he laughed and got up from the chair after he had done putting on his black shoes. he went and stood in front of the full-length mirror and took a good look at himself. "what do you think?" he asked Nick.

"man, if i were gay, i'd fuck you here and then." Nick said jokingly.

"shut up man." he laughed out loud and gave Nick a friendly punch at the shoulder.

"you ready?" Nick asked after handing his friend's black blazer to complete the groom-look.

"yeah." he answered nervously whilst putting the blazer on. "i've never been this ready for anything all my life." before they walked out out of the room, he and Nick exchanged hugs.

"all the best man. she's gonna make you happy. make sure you'll make her happy too. hey wait, do you have your..." Nick asked before they left the room.

"my vow? i've memorized it last night." he said and Nick smiled at him and said, "good luck bro. i love you man." and they walked out of the room.

this is it, he thought. this is the day. never once in his life he'd imagine that he'd be in this position, in front of the aisle, on the altar, waiting for his bride to walk up to him and then they'd be wedded, officially, by the priest. his heart was beating so fast and he had butterflies in his stomach but he felt good. he felt really, really good. while waiting for his bride to appear, he scanned the church and the seats were filled with family members from both sides of their family. even his Uncle Merlin and Aunt Ruth flew all the way from Australia to attend his wedding. "we wouldn't miss it for the world," his Aunt Ruth said to him before the ceremony started when he graciously thanked her and Uncle Merlin for coming. 

in his mind, his vow that  he had written weeks before the marriage was playing in his head:

"i love you. i don't know how to appropriately start this vow, but i love you. i love you. i couldn't think of any better person that i would like, i would love, i would be obliged to be spending the rest of my life with. you've made me whole and all these years, the friendship that we had built together, just made more sense the day you confessed to me. i thought i was the only one to have feelings but how could i be so pathetically blind and cold-hearted to not feel that you feel the same way towards me as i do feel towards you? i guess i was too afraid, too caught up in my own thoughts that, that i... i don't know. you were right. it was fear. it was fear that kept me from loving anyone. but you, you made the fear disappear. that rhymed. you taught me that, to rhyme. you taught me friendship. you taught me love. but most importantly, you taught me to believe; in love. i love you, with all my heart. thank you, for agreeing to be my wife, and thank you, for allowing me to be your husband. i love you, so much. i will never, ever want to spend the rest of my life with anyone other than you, sweetheart."

as he went over those lines over and over again, he saw, in her brides-maid outfit, Clara, his soon-to-be-wife's best friend running down the aisle and in her face registered fear, and overwhelming sadness. she went up to the alter and the church and its congregation grew anxious.

"what's up, Clara? is everything alright? where's..." 

Clara pulled his head down to her level so she could whisper to him. Kyle slowly lifted his head and tears flowed down his cheeks and they were not tears of joy. he stepped down from the altar and ran down the aisle and out of the church and hailed for a cab. a mustard-yellow colored cab stopped for him and after informing the driver his destination, Kyle got into the cab and he was off, the cab speeding leaving the church grounds.

everyone was in shock with what happened and were confused. Nick without any hesitation went to ask Clara what had happened to Liana. 

"she got into an accident. she...." Clara couldn't finish her sentence and she placed her head on Nick's chest and cried as the church grew into murmuring chaos. Nick's hand brushed Clara's hair while the other pulled her close to him. she broke away from Nick after she had done crying and told him something that he would not forget.

"some people said she hit her, Nick. she hit, and then run over her."

"she, you mean? her? no. it can't be. she's in..."

"she's back Nick, she's back." Clara said in between sobs and Nick's face turned pale-white, as white as snow.

[to be continued]

p.s: i don't know where i'm going with this.