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How are you guys? Tbh it's been a rough couple of weeks for me but i trust i'll get over It so it's fine.

Here's some fluff!!! It's the wedding chapter, i Hope you guys like ittt.

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Time.

A simple word, plain, bland. So why does it harbor such a complicated concept?

When someone hears the word 'time' with no previous knowledge of its meaning, they don't typically associate it with one of the most complex and abstract concepts known to man.

Time is an abstract reality, after all. A way for humans to keep up, to find order. For, the human race can't thrive in chaos. We need a set of solid rules of nature and existence to guide us, or absolute chaos will ultimately crush our minds and spirits.

So why does it feel so real?

It's 2am.

I'm getting married to the love of my life in a few hours.

Time seems to stretch before me, almost tangible, but not quite. Every minute is slipping through my fingers as I approach the big day. It's not even a 'big day'. It's a huge day. It's the day.

But that's the thing, it's slipping, curling and twisting out of my grasp, but not running, not fast enough.

I thought I'd be more nervous.

I thought my anxiety would've caused me a heart failure by now.

It hasn't.

Yet, at least.

My nerves are morphing more and more into excitement with each passing minute. A few hours seem like an eternity. The wedding can't arrive fast enough.

I even got up earlier in the night and twirled around in my simple white dress, dreaming of my beloved, the moon and the stars being the only witnesses to my lovestruck smile.

I sigh, rolling over in bed. Maybe if I just close my eyes. Just for a second...

"Katherine - I can't remember your last name - Gardner!" I hear a feminine voice screeching in my ear.

I roll to the side, grunting and look up to find two bark brown eyes and ash blond hair.

Oh Gods.

Of course they sent Miranda.

"How are you possibly not up yet?!"

I squeeze my eyelids together and shove my face into my pillow. We both know I like to sleep in and am usually late to everything.

"You can't be late to your own wedding, you idiot!"

Oh.

Oh, right.

My wedding.

I rapidly shoot up. I really can't sleep in on my wedding day.

Suddenly, realization dawns me.

It's here. It's today. It's my wedding day. I'm getting married.

Today.

I scramble out of bed and into the bathroom, barely hearing Miranda's angry muttering behind me.

"I can't believe you. Almost slept in on your own wedding day. Because why wouldn't you?"

I stifle a laugh at her indignation, and shower as quickly as I can.

"Katie, you are ridiculous," mutters Cal, who's arranging my curls.

Once the girls are finished, I look into the mirror and smile.

I'm wearing a simple white dress that barely passes my knees. The skirts aren't tight, but loose and flowy which will allow me to dance and move around. The neckline is embellished with lace in a delicate but not over the top manner. My light brown curls are falling freely down my back, with miniscule white wildflowers tangled in between them, like little stars twinkling in a sea of melted bronze. Finally, there's my makeup. It's simple and barely noticeable, but Rachel is truly a master at it because no trace of the paleness of my skin, or the bags under my eyes from the lack of sleep can be found.

I look gorgeous and I know it. I'm glad I trusted these girls with my wedding attire; they've truly outdone themselves.

I hear a knock and Grover appears at the frame of the door, smiling shyly.

"Ready, Kates?"

I nod, barely able to contain my smile.

"I can't believe the day has come. Oh cursed day it is!"

I laugh, shaking my head, "I thought you liked Trav."

"Oh, I do, but I have to give you away. I was not looking forward to today."

"You're talking like my father used to."

"That's the point. How am I?" He grins.

I nod solemnly, "Very good, I approve. Ten out of ten acting."

"Good," he drapes his arm around me and draws me into a hug. "I can't believe I have to give you away," he whispers.

I smile, feeling tears beginning to crowd my eyes, "I wouldn't want It any other way."

When we finally pull apart, Grover offers me his arm, sheepish grin back on his face, the shyness making its way back to his features.

Before I know it, I find myself walking down the improvised aisle with Travis's smile awaiting me.

The wedding is small, held in the little sunflower field where we seem to celebrate everything. Travis's mother and brother are here, but apart from that, it's mostly friends and campers.

It's time. It's really time. I fight back tears once again.

I walk towards him and stretch out my hand, our fingers lace together, and we look into each other's eyes.

We're both holding back tears, I can tell. My smile turns into a smirk when he sheds the first one.

"Ha! I win." I mouth over the bouquet of lilies I'm holding.

Chiron clears his throat and a hush falls over the place.

I can barely contain my giddiness.

"We are gathered here today."

And of course, Travis has the wonderful idea of interrupting, "We all know why, can we make this quippy and skip to the 'I do', please?"

I hear Chiron sigh, "Can I just-?"

"Katie Gardner. My adored nemesis. My cherished, inevitable downfall. My highly esteemed rival," Travis starts what I assume are his vows.

"Of course I can't," I fight back a snicker at Chiron's tone.

"When I hear your name, I can physically feel my heart skip a beat, just like in all the cheesy love stories you like.

I can still remember the first time I saw you. I don't usually believe in love at first sight, but I believed in ours, and I will continue to for as long as you'll let me. And after, of course, because who am I to follow rules?"

I blink, hoping the tears aren't as apparent as they feel. Of course the nerd is going to make me cry.

"Everything about you makes me smile like an idiot; from the perfect dimples to the golden flecks in your eyes.

Everything from the tan, freckling your thin shoulders, to your soft, beautiful curls.

Everything from the way you talk to the way your eyebrows draw together when you squint.

Everything from how your delicate fingers move when they work in the fields to how your eyes dance with mine when you hold me."

I look down, squeezing his hand.

"Love, what a peculiar thing. I always saw it as an abstract concept, a feeling. How do you know what love is? Those questions no longer swim through my head.

You. You're my always and you're my forever.

You. You're my happily ever after or my tragic ending. I don't care, as long as you were part of it.

You. My seven muses and my one true goddess.

You. You're love. You're that warm fuzzy feeling in my gut, and the poems swimming through my head.

Us. We're love. What we have, that's love. Better than any fairytale or movie could hope for."

At this point, I'm just a sobbing mess.

"Fear. Haunting. Present. Ominous. Cold.

Every second I spend with you is a second less than I spend in fear. As long as you're by my side, nothing scares me and nothing overpowers me," I look into his eyes and see his tears mirror mine.

I've never loved him more.

"Peace. Elation. Contentedness.

Happiness. True happiness.

All the things I feel with you. All things that will define my life now that you're in it permanently.

You. You're my peace. You're my elation. You're my happiness.

I love you more than anything and I will devote every breath I have left to showing you how much so."

I can't help myself.

Before I know it my hands are in his hair and my lips are on his.

Time.

Something I will never have enough of as long as Travis is by my side.

Something that can slip away as slowly as it wants as long as he's there holding my hand.

Something that I will forever be grateful for. For, every second I'm close to him is a second worth living