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I’m being merciful by letting my pets feed on their rotten flesh.

Which they do. Piece by piece.

An alarm beeps from my mobile and I put my glass down, walking away without looking back, the others slightly behind me. I’m fixing my jacket and tie as I go. The stupid handkerchief on my breast pocket looks a little wonky, and I hope Aliana doesn’t notice or she just might kill me at my own wedding.

Guests are beginning to shuffle in, each of the fifty chairs filling fast while Casper takes his place beside me. Our brothers find their seats in the first row on the bride’s side, their wives all wearing cheesy grins while Luna smirks, camera poised to shoot.

They want my honest reaction to seeing my bride photographed.

I understand why a minute later when the traditional wedding march begins to play and my Venus pauses at the other end of the aisle. Everything stops for me. The air in my chest ceases to exist while the world fades away until she’s all that’s left.

My Aliana. My wife. Mine.

She smiles at me, and my heart beats inside my chest with the cadence of a war drum.

She takes her first step, and I’m able to breathe again.

She places her hand in mine a few seconds later, and I’m home.

Everything starts and ends with her.

Aliana Camila Jameson is the future I don’t deserve but will fight every day to keep.

THE END…

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