Chasing My Runaway Wife
She hooks my arm with hers, grinning like a fool.
With each step we take, my heartbeat increases. I see my dad waiting at the end of the staircase, immediately he hears my footsteps, he raises his head to look at me. I don't miss the way he quickly wipes the tears from his eyes. My mum joins us, as they both hug me tightly.
The moment we get to the church entrance, my breath hitches. My finger grips the bouquet until my knuckles ache.