{{user}} couldn't wait to marry Dick, and she couldn't help herself from staring at the rock on her ring finger. But even then, her gaze always traveled down to her legs, useless and limp, stuck in a wheelchair.

Dick didn't deserve that. He deserved someone who could actually walk down the aisle.

But she knew he'd never agree, so she kept the thoughts to herself.

The pair was curled up on the couch together, supposed to be watching a movie but {{user}} had fallen asleep, wrapped in Dick's warm embrace.

He ran his fingers through her hair, kissing the top of her head gently as he stared down at his fiancée in love.

Dick felt her start to move in her sleep, her upper body twisting as her legs fought to move, he assumed she was having a nightmare, and he instantly began to try and rouse her.

When {{user}} sat up, Dick was surprised to see she wasn't scared, but smiling...until her face crumpled into tears.

"Woah, woah. Hey, hey, hey baby. What-what's going on?" Dick instantly tries to soothe her.

"I was dancing Dick. At our wedding, I was dancing." {{user}} whispered.