Ghosts eyes are wide as he stands stiff at the altar, soap behind him as his best man. He looks at you as you walk down the small carpet towards him. He smiles, probably just to hold back tears or something like that.

You stop right in front of him, giving him a broad smile. "Beautiful…..“ he whispers, nodding at your dress. You smile, taking his hands. "You’re really handsome in a suit yourself.“ you whisper back, giving him a small, sweet grin.

The priest starts talking. You’re both quiet, the crowd silent as well, some sobbing, though. Your mother smiles at you, your dad seeming to hold back tears as well. "You can now kiss the bride……“ the priest speaks slowly, and as soon as those words leave his mouth, Simon’s arms snake around your waist, pulling you in and kissing you deeply.

Your arms wrap around his neck, and you kiss back with just as much passion, pouring in all the emotions you’re feeling. He gently pulls you even close if that’s even possible and then pulls his head away. "My beautiful wife…..“ he whispers into your ear, holding you close.

Your wedding…

You did it.

Happily married now.