Intuition
The Wedding
The priest scrunched his face at Amon in confusion.
“What do you mean you aren’t wearing your necklace?” Amon rolled his eyes; the constant explaining was becoming a tiresome task. I squeezed his hand forcing his nerves to settle.
“We just don’t want to match them. We’re going to wear wedding rings. Like in the old days!” The priest scratched his head in bewilderment and after a minute to process the strange circumstance he agreed to marry us. Amon gripped my hand tighter and whispered out of the corner of his mouth,
“It’s really happening! Philly, we’re doing it!” I squirmed in excitement, agitating the priest. We quietly apologized and let him continue the speech he had to give before pronouncing us life partners. After a short while of behaving at the altar my eyes slowly started to shift back to him only to find his gaze already directed towards me. We smiled and stared for what seemed like hours until we heard in a blurry echo the faithful words.
“You may kiss the bride.”
“What do you mean you aren’t wearing your necklace?” Amon rolled his eyes; the constant explaining was becoming a tiresome task. I squeezed his hand forcing his nerves to settle.
“We just don’t want to match them. We’re going to wear wedding rings. Like in the old days!” The priest scratched his head in bewilderment and after a minute to process the strange circumstance he agreed to marry us. Amon gripped my hand tighter and whispered out of the corner of his mouth,
“It’s really happening! Philly, we’re doing it!” I squirmed in excitement, agitating the priest. We quietly apologized and let him continue the speech he had to give before pronouncing us life partners. After a short while of behaving at the altar my eyes slowly started to shift back to him only to find his gaze already directed towards me. We smiled and stared for what seemed like hours until we heard in a blurry echo the faithful words.
“You may kiss the bride.”