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~Phoebe~
My brain malfunctions while my body starts pumping adrenaline through my veins.
That can't be him, can it be him?
My decision is made before I can even vocalize it, before I can even think through the ramifications if I'm right.
Like any sensible woman, I snatch my heels from my feet and sprint towards my misery.
My temptation.
My ...... ghost.
The hallway is longer than I thought originally but that fact doesn't really work in my favor, it gives him more time to walk down the steps unseen.
A loud clang sounds out from the stairwell door slamming against the cold concrete wall. My body slams into the railing in front of me and I have a second to thank the heavens that it's sturdy, or else I'd be plummeting to my death.
Frantically, I look down the rows of stairs trying to get a glimpse of him.
'There!' My mind shouts.
About two flights down I see a flash of pale skin.
Running down, my feet start to protest the hard concrete floors but I can't waste any time.
"Wait!" I gasp out of breath.
He keeps moving so I push faster. I don't even want to know what the bottom of my feet look like.
"Wait!" This time I'm a little louder.
"Please!" The desperation in my voice can't be contained. I have to see his face. I need to..
He stops about one flight away from me. My minds feel no relief,
'Is that the same shirt.....? I don't remember him being that tall....?'
I jump down the last three steps and almost kiss the concrete.
"Whoa!" He catches me just in time.
"Thanks...." I can't speak his name because the man in front of me isn't him.
I want to cry in equal parts grief and relief. I shake off the impostor easily by thanking him and smiling. He's probably confused by my abruptness since I was basically chasing him down, but I can't find it within myself to go back and explain.
Finding the nearest restroom, I compose myself and put back on my shoes.
It was stupid of me to want to find Mr. M when I have a wedding to worry about.
'Is this a sign?' I mentally ask myself while staring into the mirror.
After minutes of no answer, I give up and walk away.
When I walk up to the venue, the wedding march is already playing. Rachel is standing outside the doors looking nervous.
As our eyes meet, she smiles and steps in for a hug. Nothing needs to be said. I don't have to beg her forgiveness for stressing her out and she won't thank me for saying the shit she couldn't say.
After the hug, Rachel hands me the bouquet and begins her walk down the isle.
I take a deep breath and follow her in.
Ross eyes Rachel with a questioning look until he notices me behind her. His shoulders visibly slump in relief and I, again, feel bad for being such a cunt.
But tough lessons need to be taught by tough people or else no ones learns a damned thing.
My steps glide down the aisle naturally, like I'm on a runway of something. Before I know it, I'm face to face with my groom.
The priest opens his mouth to say something but Ross holds up his hand to silence him.
"I messed up Phoebe. So I wrote down some vows just for us. If you'll have me?" Ross pauses for my permission, which I grant him.
"I vow to be here for you, through the good and bad. I vow to forever be your confidant, your treasurer of secrets. I vow to listen better when you bring up concerns. I vow to fight when you can't, to hold you when you cry, and to buy you a shot when you need it most."
Ross pauses so that I can laugh and takes one of my hands in his. Other laughs make me remember that there are other people in the room with us. I look around and smile at our audience. Something moves in the corner of my eye and I look at the groomsmen wiping away fake tears.
I toss the bouquet to Rachel and take Ross' other hand.
"In all seriousness, you're my best friend and I want spend the rest of our lives figuring out how to get through this thing we call life." Ross ends.
I smile at him and answer his vows with one of my own.
"With this hand,
I will lift your sorrows.
Your cup will never empty,
For I will be your wine.
With a lighter,
I will light your way in darkness.
With this ring,
I ask you to be mine."
I take the ring from the maid of honor and slap it into his hand. Ross laughs at my little remix of The Corpse Bride vows and hugs me tight. There's a mix of awww's and clapping but we ignore it.
Everything between us is alright now, he'll never know that I swear I can see Mr. M in the shadows behind his back.
After the clapping, we all get in our places and execute a perfect rehearsal wedding.
~
I love Ross, but there are some sides of him that I don't need to see.
When he suggested combining the bachelor's night with the bachelorette's, I was one of the main ones vetoing the idea.
Everyone will have their separate nights and we'll see each other tomorrow morning.
Rachel couldn't drink, but she was all for us celebrating in a bar. Everyone had on their gaudy bridal party wear and was just plain Jane because I refused.
The night ends with me drunk off my ass like everyone else.
But everyone else doesn't wake up that next morning in a strangers bed, do they?
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