Wedding bells

Rachael's POV

The day of the wedding came as quickly; I had barely slept the night before my anxiety kept me up all through the night, tossing and turning on my bed as the hours crawled by slowly. I was anticipating the event today held for me, my wedding day. 

It was funny. I was scared and, at the same time, happy. I didn't want to be either, but we don't get to choose our emotions. We just feel them.

The sun rose, casting its orange hue over the morning sky—a truly calming sight. Too bad I couldn't help but be consumed by nervousness. I hadn't dreamt of myself ever getting married. Marriage just seemed impossible for me, and now that it was here, I didn't exactly know how to feel. 

I guess I should be happy; most girls dream of their wedding day. Right? It's just that I've lost track of myself ever since dad's death. I don't even know what it is I want anymore