424 The Vows

The fallen flowers scatter in the sky,

If love is a nightmare, I will dream it with you,

What shall I do to take back your sigh?

Step by step, hand in hand, everything remains true.

A knot that ties the strings of fate,

The fallen flowers that lead to you.

Every laugh, every tear, an unknown path known only to us.

As soft music began playing, the conversations died down. The breeze was slow, never once picking up the weight of air, or disturbing a thing it touched. Waves crashed in the distance and the distant church's wedding bell began to ring.

The arches of wisteria turned the place into a whirlwind of lavender, pearl pink, and shell white. The canopy of drapes was strung in the air, all of which welcomed the ring bearer and flower girls.