(The second part of what I came up with at dawn today.)
She is angelic and delicate at this most important moment. From where I stand, I could only stare at her staring at him. I whisper behind the hard wood, praying that I will one day accept the reality that I could never make her happy. She turns to my direction once again. This time she does not settle for a quick glance, as she must have seen the broken man peering through the cracks on the heavy chapel doors. She waits for me and I do nothing. I do nothing but wait for her to say, 'I do.'
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