I said earnestly, "It won't happen. Fate can't be that cruel. I believe you'll come back."
He replied, "Alright, I'll come back."
From that moment on, each day felt like a countdown.
I tried to keep myself busy, hoping to distract myself from the heartache looming over our separation.
One afternoon, while going through my old high school textbooks, a postcard from a bridal studio fell out. It was from a previous adventure with my roommate for a photo shoot, and the studio owner had given it to me. She had asked if I'd be interested in modeling wedding dresses for them. Back then, I was swamped with schoolwork, so I politely turned it down. I wasn't sure if it was too late to change my mind now.
Luckily, when I called, the owner told me her offer was still open. That day, I took Jonah with me, secretly hoping to wear the wedding dress for the person I loved. The dresses were absolutely stunning, and I was overwhelmed by all the choices. The young owner suggested we both model together, saying we looked like the perfect match. I laughed and shook my head, explaining that he wasn't keen on being in photos.
While I was inside getting styled, Jonah patiently waited on the sofa. The intricate white wedding gown wrapped around me, with a diamond necklace resting gently on my collarbone. My hair was styled into soft waves that lazily draped over my shoulders, topped with a sparkling tiara, and I stepped into petite, elegant silver heels.
The reflection in the mirror showed a lively, beautiful bride, ready to walk down the aisle. As I stepped out, he looked up, and our eyes locked in a quiet, lingering gaze, as if time itself had paused. Emotions swirled in his dark eyes; he blinked, and then his gaze was serene once more.
"You look amazing," he said.
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