The young woman smiled as she admired herself in a mirror. She was radiant, and she happily knew that. Her white dress melted all around her, puddling on the floor. Her hair swooped down in soft curls like the wind, and her eyes were as bright as the stars. After so much waiting it was finally here, her wedding day.
It was small. No friends, no family. Just her, the groom, and the priest, but that didn't matter to her, nothing did. She would've gotten married in sweats if it meant she could be with her beloved.
With one last look, she left the small, cold room and gracefully glided down the grassy area lined with stones. She finally found the correct spot and smiled at the priest, then her war hero. She couldn't have been happier.
After they were finished, tears started to pour. She slid that eternal band on her own finger, then bent down to the grass, placing his band right next to the name, engraved on his burial marking.
"I do." she whispered, before walking away in that beautiful melted dress.