”Oh...”

Sight of you, adorned in wedding attire revealed undiscovered worship. Price’s simple words are strained with affectionate lachrymose as his fingers begin to trace your face, mindful to avoid the tubes inserted in your nose. “Upstaging me at our own wedding, muppet?” A tearful chuckle leaves him, his chest constricts with a bubbling sob.

You will go home today, to the stars where your being, wrapped in stardust and departed love, paints itself into forlorn nights.