Possibilities

As the priest said his final words, I felt my heart leap.
I wasn't ready. I should not be here.
I began to contemplate the entire thing.
This is too soon. Much too soon.

"You may now kiss the bride,"

No. This cannot happen.
The crowd sitting near us in the long, church hall, began to clap.
No, no.
As he started to lean in, I felt myself leap backward, grabbing the long white gown on my body.
I started to run, then.
I needed to get the hell out of there.
I heard gasps, chatters, and the sound of his voice.

"Hailey, where are you going?" He yelled. I feel a hundred eyes burning holes into the back of my head.

I ignored him, as I swung the church doors open, and ran outside.

I am not getting married.