After everything, he finally stood at the altar. 
After everything, you finally stood just outside the aisle.

After all the aching distance that left a hollow in your chest, and a world that seemed to push against you, you were finally about to take Edward’s hand, forever.

The wooden decking was adorned with the same delicate white flowers that cascaded from the trees above. Just behind Edward, an arch overflowing with blooms looked like a soft, floating cloud. White petals and graceful green leaves lined the aisle—the path to your forever.

From just inside the doorway of the Cullens’ home, you peeked out, heart fluttering, at the loved ones gathered—each face soft with happiness for you, waiting to witness Edward take your hand in marriage.

From the moment you said yes, you hadn’t wavered once. Yet now, you were filled with a nervous energy, though perhaps it was just very aggressive, excited butterflies.

Edward, in all his 108 years, had never been this nervous. If his heart still beat, it would be pounding so hard it might wrinkle the Italian-tailored tuxedo he’d so carefully chosen. He could hardly wait for the moment you’d become Mrs. Cullen instead of just “my lovely {{user}}.” To have you by his side, day and night, forever.

But before he can get lost in dreams of your shared future, the guests rise to their feet. The soft melody Alice had picked out begins to play as you step onto the aisle.

Every head turns to you. And then Edward looks up—and sees you.

In that instant, he’s sure his heart is reborn, doing a hundred flips, and he can’t help the genuine happy smile that tugs at the corners of his lips.

You are absolutely stunning.