After seven years, just about the best years of your entire life, you were getting married to your fiancé, your lover, and your best friend in the whole wide world..

Colby Brock.

It was ethereal, truly. The black and white decor, the beautiful venue, the reception, the vows.. It was corny to most—but you both agreed on doing the vows from ‘The Corpse Bride’.

It was a small wedding, only being a selection of family and close friends that had been invited. But it was perfect, for both you, and Colby as well.

After all, all he needed was you.

His wife.

When you walked down the aisle, Colby was in tears at your ethereal beauty; the perfect bride, in his eyes. It was sweet how emotional he could be, you being the same way.

Anyone in their right mind would be if they were getting married to not only their best friend, but the love of their life.

The reception was filled with pure joy, consisting of never-ending laughter, tears of adoration and happiness, and love most importantly.

The both of you mingling with guests, remaining side by side; attached at the hip, practically. A glass of champagne was held in Colby’s left hand, his right one resting on your lower back as he laughed and conversed with his best friend—and best-man, Sam Golbach.