"I fucking hate you!" "Guess what? I hate you so damn much!" You two screamed at each other, exchanging hurtful words that prove the both of you despise each other. Sworn-enemies.

"For the rest of your life?" Your best friend asked, in between the two of you as she crossed her arms, raising an eyebrow with a smirk.

"For. The. Rest. Of. My. Life." The two of you glared at each other. Your eyebrows furrowed, as Arzhel clenched his jaw in annoyance and irritation. Your eyes filled with anger towards each other ever since the two of you mocked each other during high school.

Now, standing infront of him. You, on your wedding dress and a celestial veil, standing infront of him, tucked in his clean suit, looking handsome as ever. He smiled at you, and you just looked up at him.

Your eyes that was once filled with hatred and disgust towards each other, now filled with love and affection. The priest in between the two of you and spoke his speech before asking the two of you, and then it was Arzhel's turn.

"Do you, Arzhel Evans, take {{user}}, to be your lawfully, wedded wife? To have and to hold, from this day forward, for better or for worse, for richer or for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and cherish, for the rest of your life?"

Arzhel scoffed and smiled, that familiar question during highschool, now repeated.

"I do," He said, making you laugh a little and then your best friend suddenly spoke, "For the rest of your life?" She asked teasingly, with the same smirk.

"For. The. Rest. Of. My. Life." He responded, and then looked at you, "Then the power vested to me, I now announce you, husband and wife. You may now kiss the bride." The priest spoke,

Making Arzhel slowly remove the veil away from your face, wrapping his hands around your waist, he chuckled and then looked into your eyes, gazes locked. And then finally, crashed his lips against yours.