YOKO'S POV
I truly wish someone told me how fast a year could go. Since Faye and I got engaged 10 months ago after my proposal at her art gallery, the time passed in a blink of an eye. Mostly because between our jobs and the wedding preparations, we didn't quite had any time left in our schedules.
Well, I'm exaggerating, we still had time for us. We still spend all our time togheter and we had time for our friends, who were pretty involved in our wedding to say the least. Becky nearly went through the roof when I told her the news and she almost fainted when I asked her to be my bridesmaid.
Of course, Faye asked her oldest of friend, Ize. Her best friend literally cried when they found out we were going to get married. That was heartwarming to say the least.
Anyway, time flew. It seemed like time just moved faster and faster and now we were 5 days away from the wedding. Faye and I were both really involved in the organization. We decided everything together, from the flowers to the music. The only thing Faye insisted on me not knowing was the rings. Since I got her the engagement ring, she really wanted to surprise me with our wedding rings. So I let her choose and I'll see them only on our wedding day.
We both decided we wanted full control of our marriage, that's why we'll do it our way. We only needed our friends, so it'll be very small but we couldn't be happier about it. We preferred quality over quantity.
"Which one between the two?" Faye asked, interrupting me in my thoughts.
We were sitting in the living room with a bunch of paper splatered in front of us. We were Monday and our wedding was on Saturday so we were doing last minute decisions. Faye was showing me two pictures, one with lavender flowers and another one with purple flowers. Those flowers were supposed to be on our marriage table. The last thing we had to decide on was our bouquet which was going to be set on our long table.
For the color theme, we went for red. But it didn't mean everyone had to show up in red or everything had to be red. We wanted a very colorful wedding, with as many as colors as we wanted. Sunflowers were yellow and they were still planned for this wedding since it was Faye's favorite flower of all times. We just needed to coordinate all those colors together without making it a whole circus.
I hummed in thoughts, pointing to the lavender one, "Love this one," I smiled.
The only other thing we did separately was our wedding dresses, or suits? I wouldn't be surprised if Faye showed up in a suit but I really had no idea what she went for. I went for a dress of course and I couldn't wait to put it on. The fitting room step was already enough to make me cry because I never imagined myself in a wedding dress. I couldn't wait to see what Faye chose but either way, she'll be as beautiful as always.
"I love it too, I think it's gonna be so beautiful," Faye agreed, setting the picture down on the table with a content sigh before turning to me, "I can't wait to marry you."
I seriously couldn't wait to marry her too. It was like a dream come true. If someone had told me 2 years ago that this would be my life right now, I probably would have laughed in their face. Especially the whole supernatural stuff. I mean, it still hit me sometimes that Faye was a vampire...and I was going to become one too.
"Just a few days now..." I sighed happily, grabbing her hand.
"Yeah...it seems so unreal," She chuckled while shaking her head, "Just calling you my wife officially is making my heart jump."
I smiled at her, leaning in for a brief kiss. We pulled away slightly, our foreheads touching when Faye opened her mouth to say something but quickly shook her head, turning a little to look at the pictures once again.
I furrowed my eyebrows, looking for her eyes, "What is it?" I asked softly.
She looked back at me, her eyes traling my face for a moment before letting out a sigh.
"Are you—" She glanced down for a moment before meeting my eyes again, "Are you sure you don't want to invite them?"
I rolled my eyes unconsciously, scoffing slightly, "Absolutely sure."
"But I think it might be a great start to—"
I crossed my arms on my chest, shaking my head, "We've been over this, Faye. I won't invite them."
"But it's your parents..."
"I don't care."
She carefully placed her hand on my shoulder, caressing it softly. I refused to look at her. For months, she has been trying to make me invite my parents to our wedding. I always refused, and she always insisted. We had a lot of fights because of this and it always ended up with her apologizing or just changing the subject. We never had huge fights over this but why was she always so insistent? She knew I wouldn't change my mind and she knew this conversation made me angry.
"I don't want you to regret it, that's all. It's gonna be the best day of our lives and you still have your parents, Yo...You should enjoy their presences while they're still here."
I scoffed loudly, "And did they enjoy my presence when I was with them? I don't think so. They don't deserve too see what I made with my life. They fucked up and when I told them they would never see me again, I meant it. End of story."
Faye sighed, nodding slighlty.
"Alright...I just— I guess I wished my parents were there, you know? And it pains me you won't have your family around for our big day," She spoke sadly.
"Neither of us will have family around. It will be the family we made over the years. Our own family and the best. It's the family we chose," I said dryly.
"Of course," She whispered, trying to grab my hand but I moved a little further, creating distance between us. She sighed, dropping her hand by her side, "Yo...I don't want to fight—"
"Then stop bringing this fucking topic, Faye!" I snapped, "Let it go... for fuck's sake."
Faye widened her eyes, taken aback with my loud voice. I was breathing heavily and it hit me all of a sudden. How badly I snapped at her. I didn't mean to yell...I just wanted her to drop it already.
She didn't deserved to be yelled at and I got the fact she missed her parents. But just because she had a great relationship with them didn't mean it was the case for everyone. I could never forgive my parents. They weren't even parents and I was much better without them. We might share the same blood but it didn't make us family. They were the kind of parents who didn't deserve the right to have a child. So many couples try to have kids but unfortunately can't and those are often the most loving parents to be. Life was unfair. I wish I had loving parents.
"Okay...um—" Faye got up, avoiding my gaze, "I'll just...I'll go for a walk," She smiled weakly.
I looked at the pictures splatered on the table for a split second before looking up at her but she was already gone. Why do we always fight the most just before our wedding? I heard this rumor where couples always argue a little more right before big events and maybe it was true after all.
I knew she preferred going for a walk instead of letting things escalated more than necessary. It wasn't running. We were done running from conversations, she was just doing this for the both of us, espeacially for me to calm down.