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Show Iwages :r x:vords eyes pounded onto the platform. She couldn't stand it when she ran her eyes through the audience and saw the wet, remembering eyes of the one that should be in her place. She didn't know if she'd ever seen such a look. there was no resentment. She wanted him to be happy. Amazing. If the bride had been in the exact opposite position, the position of the woman in the congregation, she would have run up closed the gap between herself and the man she loved. It happened when the groom turned around once. He looked at the woman in the back. He looked her straight in the eye, and for a moment, that horrendous gap between them was locked together. Anything could corss. Father Apathetic called for his attention and the vows of young love were broken for the vows of marriage Young love and marriage have much different vows. Love calls to relax and cross bridges when you come to them. Marriage makes its own bridge. That precise moment as her groom turned to look back at her, she ran for the closest thing tot he river. People called her name, almost everyone. Just not the one woman that so much depended on. She called his. The groom caught up to her on the bridge. Breathless. Maybe he should have taken that army option. "Where is your dress; what are you doing?" She handed him the dress. He had more use for it than she did. He looked down at it, wondering why it was on his hand and not on her. "What are WE doing 1s the question. Look over there - look at all those people. They know this isn't right, how come we don't?" "What's not right?" She took the dress back. He gave it willingly, hoping that perhaps she would put it on again and they could all trek back to the church. That didn't happen. She held it up, answering his last question by silently letting go and watching it as it twisted and turned, never quite touching the water. It was never really there - in water or air. The other woman pushed through to reach him. She stood by his side and questioned the plot. She wasn't sure of her part. He looked at her again.I Everyone pushed through to see the happy bride standing next to a bridge. A bridge that would be there forever and not even she could break. • 14 |
