Personal Jesus
It was laid out as if in a romance novel.The two waited eagerly for the preacher's declaration. The cold wedding ring felt cold and imposing towards the woman as it laid on her finger. It was one of those moments where you felt scared to do something you loved to do. Much like a roller coaster.
The audience's eyes were on the two. The two's eyes were on each other. The pastor's lips moved.
"...yes, you may kiss her already!"
With impending passion, the couple locked lips. Her with the uncomfortable lace. Him with the outfit that didn't suit him all that well.
It was only later that the kiss ended, and with the promise of a honeymoon and cake.
It was the pefect couple if such a thing existed.
The woman tried to walk down the stairs without tripping and possibly breaking something to say hello to her mother.
The two hugged.
"I'm so proud of you, Helena!" Her mother said with grateful tears streaming down her aging face.
Then the woman's new husband walked up behind he, and tapped her on the shoulder. She turned around, surprised, and then donned an expression of affection.
"Oh, bye, Mom, Isaac has something to show me..."
She let Isaac guide her through the crowd, most of the people complimenting. She could nod and smile as she walked, but that was about it. She was being led towards the back of the church.
Oh, they had to take photos of the newlyweds!
Both of them put on a natural smile and gazed as the camera lens...
But the male's eyes widened at the last second.
For the photographer...
In his place had been the male's enemy, just for a split second, but Isaac saw.
Gerard Way.
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