Epilogue
Āpala's point of view
I stuffed flowers into my suit, buying specially made pockets to fit them. I smiled, my sharp teeth scaring any fear in the dressing room.
"Oh! She'll love it!" I beamed.
There wasn't a best man, or family members. Not on my side nor on Kenna's. Her parents had kicked her out when she was eighteen to try and get her to grow, only resulting in hating her parents. It's odd loving her, even if she does something I wouldn't.
I straightened my tie in the mirror, a stone hand came from the wall and flicked dust off my hair. I don't know if I should point her in a direction I'd go, or if I should let her be herself. The one I love. We have long lives ahead of us, if her parents show care and try to apologize maybe it's the right time then.
"Who cares. If people wanted to show up, they'd show up from the invitations."
I walked out of the room and into the ball room. Stars scattered from the door, eavesdropping on my thoughts. They scattered then flowed to the center of the room where a giant sun blocked me from seeing Kenna. My face grew even hotter.
Music played in the room, not wedding music but a song by the same band that played when me and Kenna found each other. Smooth with a soft drum in the background. A singer warmly whispering about being stuck in a dream, and trying to understand it. The band was Kenna's favorite and only played late at her old job when she closed for her.
I'll like her, even if I know so much more about her and no longer a delusion of who she truly was. Kenosee… It seems like I had it casted on me this entire time, as if her presence in my life gave me child-like love, unclear emotions, release when around her, eluding moments between us, such a strong attraction, a limerent feeling of delusion.
She truly is all I've ever wanted. Like I made it to the finish line and she's there… The sun parted, revealing a short Kenna. She wore a long white dress draped in and embroidered with white and pink sweet flowers that drifted their kindness down to me.
Though sometimes she looks angry or like a red flag, the second you know her she'll clamp up and can say nothing but nice things about the world, her and you. Her body language contradicts everything I like about her, leaving a side to her only I know.
"Āpala!" a veil allowed her voice to pass.
"Kenna!"
Stars swirled around our blushing faces, reminding us of the order of things. She glanced down at the floor and blushed. The stars drifted, sitting in seats split by an aisle. I walked up the aisle.
"Wait, the order is all wrong. She's supposed to come up, not me."
The stars buzzed and spelled out a sentence. "You took longer than her."
Under her veil she laughed and looked up at me again. I walked up and stood next to her. The giant sun shrank into a priest, he went to speak, of course nothing came out.
"Something like kiss me now?"
"He's not done."
The sun's face squinted and glasses appeared in its cartoonish face, before being raised. Its finger came up, then pointed at Kenna.
"I do."
The finger danced in the air. The sun, pretending to still speak, then pointed at me.
"I do."
The sun grabbed a fairy tail book that laid on the podium. The sun then shut it loudly.
"Oh my." Kenna spoke softly.
I lifted her veil, staring into her eyes. I reached into my pockets and yanked on a spell. All the stars flashed pink and turned to flowers. Flowers shot out of my suit covering the entire castle floor in her favorite flower.
Her face turned a deeper shade of pink, pairing so well with her smile. A different smile to what I was used to, one that was hard to pull out of her.
"Kiss the bride?"
"More like the late groom."
Her face softened from the smile and her eyes shut. The corners of her mouth ripped at her new softened look, wanting to grow back into a smile. I kissed her. When I pulled back her face ripped back into a smile, tears watered the flowers on her dress.
She lunged onto me, getting my suit wet with her tears. I fell onto the floor that quickly became a cushion. The castle flashed me a thumbs up as she curled on my chest. She shivered in the dress, I wrapped my arms around her.
"From now on I'll always have a blanket on me for you."
"Like a black hole priest. Haha."
We missed the rings along the way. We didn't study this, just did what we wanted to do, because who would stop us? For the next sixty years she'd be all mine alive and after that mine in death, or was I hers? Hers forever doesn't sound too bad.