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If you couldn't tell, I wrote the previous and this chapter today, 12/02/2024...
My writing has greatly improved during the past year, and yes, I wrote this book sooooo long ago but just posted it. I admit, I gave up on the ending, but! You should totally check out my new book "Evelyn, Evelyn"!
Chapter 16 the wedding
Beneath
the canvas of a sky painted in hues of gold and lavender, the beach becomes the
theater for the union of Cathedral and Scott. The air, saturated with the
essence of the sea, hums with anticipation. Cathedral, adorned in a gown
reminiscent of the waves' gentle embrace, feels the ocean breeze tangle in her
hair as she approaches Scott. Her heart, a fluttering bird within her chest,
sings a melody of both nervousness and a deep, abiding love.
Scott,
standing sturdy in his tailored suit, watches Cathedral with a mixture of awe
and expectancy. His gaze, like the steadfast lighthouse against the tumultuous
waves, captures the essence of her stormy eyes, mirroring the sea's turbulence.
The sand, shifting beneath their feet, seems to whisper secrets of the journey
they're about to embark upon.
Morana,
the enigmatic maid of honour, imparts words as velvety as the seafoam. Her
voice, a calming tide, carries the weight of the moment. Cathedral's thoughts,
a swirling tempest of dreams and affirmations, reflect in the quiver of her
lips. Scott, his expression a canvas of determination tinged with
vulnerability, senses the gravity of the promises that hang in the air.
The
arch, adorned with cascading Carnation flowers, stands as a living tapestry of
love's endurance. The vibrant hues, swaying with the rhythm of the breeze,
mirror the passion and vibrancy the couple hopes to infuse into their journey
together.
Vows,
spoken with an intensity that matches the crashing waves, linger in the air
like a haunting melody. Cathedral's eyes, pools of stormy intensity, lock onto
Scott's, expressing a depth of commitment that transcends words. Scott,
captivated by her gaze, feels a surge of emotion—a concoction of love,
gratitude, and the weight of responsibility.
The
exchange of rings, tangible symbols of their shared destiny, brings a hushed
pause to the beach. Scott's fingers, steady yet tender, delicately place the
ring on Cathedral's hand. The cool touch of metal against skin sends a shiver
down her spine—a tangible manifestation of the profound significance of this
moment.
As
Morana declares them partners in this grand symphony of love, Cathedral and
Scott seal their commitment with a kiss. The applause from the gathered
witnesses melds with the roar of the waves, creating a crescendo of
celebration. The beach, now a stage for the drama of their love story, bears
witness to the magic woven beneath the canvas of the setting sun.
The
celebration continues into the night, with the beach illuminated by the soft
glow of fairy lights. Laughter, music, and the rhythmic beat of dancing feet
resonate against the moonlit sea. Cathedral and Scott, embraced by the
fragrance of Carnations and the lingering echoes of their vows, weave their
story into the fabric of the night—a story bound by promises as enduring as the
ebb and flow of the tides, eternally etched in the sands of their shared
memories.
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The Spy That Hated Me
Fantasy"You never loved me" Cathedral knelt, falling to the ground as the sound of Scott's footsteps grew louder and louder. His fingers grazed Cathedral's face, pulling her chin to him. "Kiss me." (Yes I know Scott is gay! But Cathedral is non-binary, as...
