“Fuck” she muttered under her breath, “this sucks”
“I don’t know why you keep looking at the weather report
every five minutes; it’s not going to change.” He said, giving her shoulder a squeeze.
“I know, it’s just, we have been planning for so long and I
wanted everything to be perfect, and now it’s going to rain and there is
nothing I can do about it, I mean it never rains in California in June. Why is
this happening?” she was on the verge of tears now.
“Don’t cry, listen, it will be fine, even if it rains, it
will make for a great story in the end, what really matters is we are together,
and we love each other, and we are getting married, a little rain can’t stop
any of that.”
“Yeah, I guess you’re right,” she sighed as she slid her
phone back in her pocked.
It was supposed to be an outdoor beach ceremony, like she
had always dreamed, her and her beloved, barefoot in the sand, the waves crashing
behind them. The date had been picked out a year ago, June 15th,
perfect, a lovely sunny warm summer weather day. Really she had been worried
that it might be too hot, but the weather that year was weird, and winter
refused to go away. It just never stopped raining, and as the date approached
the forecast remained the same, rain rain rain for the next ten days. Still,
she couldn’t help looking at the apps on her phone, she had downloaded like ten
different ones, just hoping that one of them would show her something else, but
they were all the same. 10 days out, rain, five days out, rain, three days out,
rain, and then it was the day before, and still rain.
She had resigned herself to fate, there would be no changing
the weather. The backup venue was all set, indoors, but at least there would be
a view of the ocean, so there was that. Then, on the morning of June 15th
she was surprised when she was awoken bright and early by the sun shining on
her face. She flew out of bed and threw open the window, it was amazing, not a
cloud in sight, she couldn’t believe it, she would have her perfect wedding
after all.
She made her way down the beach in her summery white dress,
to the accompaniment of a three piece string quartet, to where he was waiting
for her by the roaring ocean. Nobody really saw what happened, mostly because
everyone was watching her, and she only took her eyes off him for a second, to
smile at her mother sitting in the front row, but when she turned back, he was
gone. The coast guard determined it was a rogue wave, churned up from the week
of storms. It had thundered up on shore
and swept her love out to sea.
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