It's my wedding day. He isn't coming.

My fiancé's mother fixes my bowtie.

I wish she didn't.

My fiancé's father clasps a golden bracelet around my wrist.

I wish he hadn't.

My parents call to tell me their flight is delayed, and they have to wait another hour for boarding.

I'm glad they did.

I explained my situation to them.

If you do not love the man who proposed, so no honey, they say.

The music plays fifteen minutes later.

I play out my plan.

I walk down the aisle alone, nobody to give me away.

The priest makes his speech.

The man in front of me says his vows.

Oh how I wish it were him.

Congrats are shared halfway through.

The priest asks a question

The man says I do.

The priest asks me the same question.

I say I don't.

I place the ring in the man's hand and run away.

But not before shouting, I have fallen hard for the blind boy that is my best friend.

I am coming for you, my love with anything but eyes.

Holy crap it's been forever since I've updated this series of short stories