Sick Hearts

If you marry me, would you bury me? Would you carry me to the end?

Aiden stared at her reflection in the mirror.

She looked like a completely different person. Her normally wild hair was pinned back and had flowers tucked into it. Her glasses were gone and replaced with contacts. And her white gown almost blended in with her skin.

She was about to get married.

And she was terrified.

She adjusted her dress once again as she slowly breathed in and out.

"I don't have to be scared," she told herself. "It's Frankie, he always makes everything perfect."

Aiden bit her lip nervously.

"I don't need to be scared."

But she was. She was paralyzed with fear.

"I love him. I love him. I love him," she repeated to herself.

"I love Frank."

Frank paced anxiously in the room across the hall.

Back and forth. Back and forth.

What if he forgot his vows? What if he dropped the ring? What if she decided that she didn't want to marry him after all?

He stopped and sat down in the middle of the floor.

What if the part was a disaster?

Frank sighed and stood back up.

He knew it wouldn't be. He knew that the wedding was going to be perfect.

He knew that he loved Aiden and she loved him.

When the parties fade, and the choice you made, to the End