Simon and Rose were 26 years old, they had been together since they were 16, and they were about to get married.

They were all sitting on the bench in the church, all of their relatives.

Simon was at the altar, with his black suit well ironed and placed, quite nervous.

He was fine, very fine. But when Rose walked into the church with her father, her long white dress dragging the floor, her curly hair tied up prettily and her face without much makeup, Simon's strength fell.

Seeing the girl he had grown up with like this, dressed as a bride, for him. She was going to be his wife. It was a dream come true.

Simon clearly didn't take long to start crying when he saw how precious Rose was, he couldn't help it. "Oh my god." He murmured, trying to wipe the tears from his eyes.