21 | death of a bachelor

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(Aisle)

My jaw dropped. This was breathtaking and he did it all by himself. He was turned around facing the priest. Talking, just having a normal conversation. The priest must've noticed me and he pointed towards me. Brendon's eyes followed his finger as he slowly turned around. His mouth slightly opened and I could see him cover it with his hand.

(Beeeeeeeeebooooo)

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(Beeeeeeeeebooooo)

Brendon had a few groomsmen, while I only had a couple bridesmaids.

(Beebooooooooo)

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(Beebooooooooo)

I could see Brendon wiping his eyes, he was crying. Fuck, I was crying too. He looked so good. People around us were blowing their noses loudly into tissues.

"Ready?" I heard my mother whisper into my ear. I nodded and slowly walked with her down the isle. 

She handed my hand to Brendon's and he took it gently and helped me get up the step. The priest was at the top.

"Dearly beloved, we gather here today to celebrate the joining-"
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He also blindfolded me again so he could surprised me with the reception, also done by him.

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