"Eli, it hurts… My legs…" Serena's tearful voice echoed in Elliot's mind.
He jolted awake, his face ghostly white. It was another nightmare. Ever since he'd returned home after losing his legs, the past had haunted him.
Elliot's friends had come by to help, but he refused them all. Instead, he forced himself to move, gripping the headboard as he dragged his body into the wheelchair.
That day was the day he'd marry Vanessa.
"Eli, you're really not going to get your legs treated? The doctors said you could still recover." The person pushing his wheelchair finally spoke up.
Elliot shook his head, his face showing every bit of his exhaustion. "This is for Rena."
"But she's walking fine now. You don't have to—"
"I owe her this."
Elliot's voice was final, shutting down any further discussion. The housekeepers and butler buzzed around him, adjusting his suit, fixing his hair, and covering up how tired he looked.
When everything was set, Vincent took charge of the wheelchair and pushed Elliot into the opulent wedding hall.
Vanessa stood waiting in her wedding dress. Even after Elliot had lost his legs and the Lowell family had half-heartedly suggested calling off the engagement, she'd stood her ground. She'd promised to wait for him, after all.
"Eli, we've finally made it to this day," Vanessa said, smiling.
She looked breathtaking that day, glowing like a fairytale princess under the twinkling lights.
Elliot forced a small smile and reached for her hand. "Yeah. Everything's set up exactly how you pictured it. I finally made it happen."
Vanessa smiled quietly, her cheeks flushing pink.
The wedding ceremony went smoothly. Everything happened exactly as they had planned. The Sinclairs broke into applause. Vincent and Karen joined in, clapping along with everyone else.
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