The Wedding


I was glad that Lionel was staying with Daniel. Maybe they would finally settle their differences.

But for some reason I couldn't get to sleep that night. It felt like hours before I finally got my eyes to close…


I was in a gorgeous white wedding dress, sitting on the edge of my wheelchair. I was so excited, I would've bounced up and down if I could have.

I just kept repeating to myself over and over again that I would walk for him. He was the one that was there with me through all of the therapy, the one that helped me realize that I could walk, if only few a few seconds at a time.

But it was progress.

My father smiled down at me, a worried look in his eyes. I just smiled brightly and grabbed his hand.

"I'll walk, Daddy. I know it will hurt, but I need to walk for this. It will be worth the pain." I told him.

He nodded and helped me out of my wheelchair.

I grabbed my bouquet, fixed my veil, and started down the isle.

I caught his eyes, and his expression made me smile wider. I knew this dress would look stunning on me, and his face proved it.

By the time I was at the alter, his face had softened into the sweet smile that I always worked hard to coax him into. It was finally coming more natural to him, and the effect had me gasping for breath. When he smiled, his face lot up and it made me fall deeper for him.

I almost fell when I got to the top, but he was there to catch me, just as he always had been.

A shiver passed through me at his touch.

His icy blue eyes sent shock waves through my nervous system.

As he held me there, in front of the crowd, I reach up to stroke his amazing blonde hair. It was so soft…

I bolted up, covered in sweat. I shook my head.

No, it wasn't possible.

How could I even have a dream like that?

Lionel pretty much hated me a that point, and besides, I was in love with Daniel, right?


I laid down and tried to get back to sleep.

The End

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