1924

Damien took a deep breath, straightening himself up as he waited at the altar. Everybody dear to him was present, sat down on the church benches and dressed in their best clothes. He too was donning his finest suit, his beloved's favorite flower peeking out from the pocket of his coat.

His head turned towards the door, the sound of the chorus singing only helping to make this image even more of a dream. His sweet, beloved {{user}} was going to walk into the church at any moment now, and his heart was prepared to explode.