Jenn's POV
The summer sky burned in hues of gold and fire, and the wind whispered in tongues only lovers could understand.
I stood before the mirror, draped in silk the color of moonlight. My veil shimmered like a fallen constellation. My lips trembled—not from nerves, but from the weight of knowing… this is it. This is the moment my heart stops wandering.
Today, I would marry the man who tore me apart and stitched me whole again.
The air was heavy—not with fear, but with memories. All the goodbyes, the stolen kisses, the nights spent crying into my pillow wondering if love would ever feel safe again.
Jas stood behind me, her hands cold against my burning skin. "You look like heaven, Jenn," she whispered. "But there's something in your eyes…"
I met her gaze in the mirror. "He's my fire," I said softly. "But I've always been the flame."
She smiled, understanding everything without another word.
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The Garden
The venue shimmered under the twilight sun. Ivory flowers cascaded down pillars, as if nature itself bowed to witness the union of two souls born from chaos. The scent of jasmine, soil, and summer filled the air.
Andres stood beneath the arch—his silhouette dark against the dying sun. A vision in black, like a poem dressed in human skin.
His eyes locked with mine, and it was like drowning… willingly.
He wasn't light.
He was the storm.
The eclipse.
The gravity that pulled me in and never let me go.
Andres' POV
When I saw her walking toward me, I knew—
She was never mine to find.
She was mine to recognize.
Her beauty wasn't the kind that demanded attention. It haunted. It stayed under your skin and rewrote the way you looked at the world.
Kainaat—Jenn—my eternal ache and peace.
As she reached me, the world stilled. Only our breaths. Only our silence. Only us.
I didn't wait for the vows. I leaned forward, took her hand, and whispered, "I loved you when I shouldn't have. I love you now even when it hurts. And I will love you in ways that will shake the bones of fate itself."
Tears ran down her cheeks.
Jenn's POV
My vows came out broken, breathless.
"You are the ache in my soul, the echo in every silence. I have loved you in the dark. I have loved you in the light. And I will keep loving you until even time forgets our names."
He pulled me into a kiss—not soft, not sweet.
But wild.
As if he was devouring every tear, every fear, every memory we survived to reach this point.
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The Night
Hours later, beneath a black sky scattered with stars, we danced alone.
No crowd. No noise. Just shadows and love.
Andres traced his fingers down my back, his voice low and haunting in my ear.
"Tell me this is real."
"It's more than real," I whispered. "It's the life we earned through every heartbreak."
He cupped my face.
"You are the home I never dared to dream of," he said. "My chaos. My calm. My ending and my forever."
We stood still under the heavens, holding each other like the universe could fall apart—and we'd still choose each other.
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And then, he spoke poetry into my soul:
> "She came to me like dusk,
with stars in her silence.
I touched her once,
and eternity bowed.
She wasn't love.
She was my fate.
And I—
a heart that finally found home."
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And in that moment, under the moon's jealous gaze, I knew—
We weren't just lovers.
We were the storm, the scar, the salvation.
We were what legends envy.
A love that didn't just happen—
It survived.
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The End.