If I think about this, I'll talk myself out of it.
I have to get there in time. Shit, it's already started. No, can't think about that. Just concentrate on getting there.
She pressed harder on the accelerator, desperation edging at her. She refused to pay it heed, concentrating on just seeing her one last time.
Their last encounter had been painful.
This one would be as well.
It couldn't be helped.
Gritting her teeth, she turned the corner into the parking lot and screeched to a halt haphazardly. Tearing the keys from the ignition, she barely remembered to slam the door behind her before tearing down the path.
She drew to a halt outside the doors. On unsteady legs, she walked to the windowed panels and watched as the woman she loved married another.
“If anyone should have any reason why this man and this woman should not be wed, let them speak now or forever hold their peace.”
She hadn't meant to open the doors.
She just had.
The squeak of the doors was loud in the still church. Heads spun around to evaluate the new intruder, in her worn jeans and simple t-shirt.
“Can I help you?” She couldn't tear her eyes away from the verdant green she remembered so clearly. Slowly, she shook her head in response to the priest's question. “Did you have an objection?”
Her heart thudded loudly in her chest. Everyone was watching her, staring at her, judging her. She couldn't do it. She had to get out.
Just as she was about to speak and excuse herself to run home and bawl like a baby, a soft voice spoke from the front of the church.
“Her objection is that I'm already married.” The murmur of voices began immediately as the guests turned to one another in shock. “To her.”
She swallowed with difficulty as the church erupted in chaos. Through it all, she couldn't look away from the tear filled eyes of her wife.
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