The wedding music started and everyone’s attention focused on the wedding party coming up the aisle.
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As he’d practiced over the prior six months, Eron put himself in the present, at the ceremony. Halfway through, he glanced at Garrett, standing beside his father, straight and tall like a Ken doll. Blond hair, blue eyes, and tan skin, Garrett looked every bit the blue blood he wasn’t.
“…Allen and Elsie, remember your happiness in matters that affect the heart…”
Eron rarely got emotional at weddings, but the music, the beautiful words of the ceremony, and Garrett in his line of vision, all chipped away at the tough wall that he’d built around his heart. The same wall that two years before, Garrett had broken through.
I should have asked him to run away back in March.