Clip : Corpse bride. Please watch it. It is mentioned later.

Tristan

When I was eight, I had once failed a maths test. My father had always been very particular about academics. He did not tolerate failure in anything. As a result I was absolutely terrified of the scolding and punishment he would surely give me.

I had imagined that telling him and showing him the paper would be the hardest thing I would ever have to do in life. Then later on I thought that coming out as gay would be the hardest.

Those situations felt like jokes when compared to the trouble I was in right now. Telling Damien about Alexander was easily the toughest thing I have ever had to do.

I pulled him aside after dinner and led him up to my room. He came without question. I think he sensed that there was something wrong. He quietly sat on my bed and patiently waited for me to speak.

My mouth was becoming drier by the second and I was on the brink of hyperventilation. I kept pacing around in my room, trying to gather my thoughts and courage.

I began to talk and prayed to God that I wouldn't start crying. Damien did not interrupt. He listened and did so calmly. He did not look distressed even when I told him about Alexander's alarming words and status.

I was immensely grateful that he wasn't freaking out like I was. His calm,collected demeanour and patient eyes helped me gain back a bit of my confidence. I would have surely gone crazy if he hadn't been so collected.

"What do we do now," I said despondently. I looked at him imploringly for some reassurance and strength. Damien smiled warmly.

"It's going to be okay love," he said and drew me closer to him. "I will not let anything happen to you. I promise."

His deep voice and comforting hands had magical powers. I could feel the anxiety seeping out of me drop by drop. A few minutes ago I was freaking out about my life and now here I was, more relaxed than a baby. It was just a matter of seconds before I was dead asleep.

The wedding day was here.

For a bride to be, Beth was weirdly calm as opposed to her madness in the previous days. It was the groom rather who needed comforting.

I was Harry's best man and the ring bearer. A grey suit was kept on my bed which I was supposed to wear. I thumbed the material and marvelled at its softness.

I put on the suit carefully so as to avoid creases and went to the mirror to look. I gasped. For once in my life even I had to admit that I looked good.

The suits dark grey complemented my pale skin. My curls did not look too girly, instead they made me look surprisingly young and dare I say cute. A lot of people  used the word 'exotic' to describe my appearance. I never believed them. But today, just for today, I did look exotic.

The guests were already downstairs. I greeted my relatives and had to put up with their pinching and kissing. It was the perfect day for a wedding. Clear blue sky but not unbearably hot.

More than the wedding, I was anxious for Damien's arrival. I wanted him to see me today. Not the regular old common Tristan, but this exotic Tristan. I could barely contain my excitement and ever passing second irritated me.

Where was he? He had promised to be here early! I was almost about to go and call him when I spotted him at the gate.

My heart stopped for an alarming amount of time. He was wearing a deep royal blue suit which perfectly accentuated his figure and eyes.

He looked way too good be a human. It was almost as if he was a fallen angel come to Earth to tempt mortals. And I was very very tempted indeed.

In that moment I did not care an ounce about the wedding. All I wanted to do was to drag him up to my room and run my hands all over him. I wanted to slowly undress him, unwrap him like a precious present. 

Oh my god stop! This is your sisters wedding for god's sake.

Damien came up to me and kissed both of my cheeks as a hello. I felt my face flame and hurriedly looked around to see if anyone had seen us. After all nobody knew about our relationship yet.

Thankfully people were too busy today to notice anything else. I let myself melt into Damien's body as we hugged. The atmosphere around us was so romantic that it was difficult not to get carried away.

The priest had arrived and Harry was already at the makeshift altar in our backyard. He truly looked amazing today. I took my position behind him with the ring secure inside my suit.

Harry beamed at me and I smiled back. He was honestly such a sweet guy. There was nobody better suited than him to be my sister's husband.

The music began and a sudden hush fell over the crowd. Everybody looked at the backdoor eagerly from where Beth was supposed to enter. My heart was beating rapidly. I was so excited to see my sister walk down the aisle to her happiness.

The call to rise for the bride was said by the Minister.

The door opened and out came Beth followed by her bridesmaids. A collective gasp was heard as people marvelled at the beautiful bride.

I was close to tears myself. She look positively angelic and above all, deliriously happy. Her dress was a beautiful shade of pink with a matching veil and a small tiara.

Father led her to the altar. Her eyes met mine and she smiled giddily. She came and stood before Harry who just couldn't take his eyes off her.

The Minister began.

"Dearly beloved, we are gathered here today to witness the union of Harry Morgan and Bethany Parker in holy matrimony, which is an honourable estate, which is not to be entered into unadvisedly or lightly, but reverently and soberly."

Harry squeezed Beth's hand and smiled at her joyfully.

Then followed the giving away of these bride. It was now time for the vows.

The Minister turned to Harry. Both of them had prepared their own vows.

Harry began," I won't take too long to talk because what I have to say is very simple. I love you Beth. I did not know what loving someone meant before I met you. You changed me and my life for good. I just know that I love you more with each passing day and will continue to do so till death does us part."

My heart.

I was so close to crying it hurt to keep the tears at bay. I could see Beth struggling to keep her tears in too.

It was Beth's turn now.

"What I want to say is simple too. I will forever be grateful to Tim Burton for his movie Corpse Bride since that was how we met. So Harry, I promise you that with this hand I shall lift your sorrows. Your cup shall never be empty for I will be your wine. With this candle, I shall light your  way in darkness. And with this ring , I ask you to be mine."

We all laughed albeit tearfully. It was endearing and light hearted at the same time. Just like Beth.

The rings were exchanged next. I handed Harry the ring. His hands were shaking badly as he put it on Beth's finger.

My eyes automatically sought out Damien. I was pleased to see that he was already looking at me. I felt shy all of a sudden. An image flashed in my head of me and him exchanging rings instead of Harry and Beth.

No stop. It's way too soon to think of this.

And anyways I knew that my father would never permit me to be married to a guy in his backyard, even if the guy is Damien. It was all wishful thinking.

The cake was cut and distributed. It was mouth wateringly delicious. The bride and the groom were called for the first dance. The song they chose was Wonderwall by Oasis. It was an unique but beautiful choice.

I was chatting with a relative of mine when something highly disturbing caught my eye. My boyfriend was currently surrounded by four obviously desperate girls who were all over him.

It looks could kill all of them would be long dead by now. Damien was smiling politely at them while trying to swat off their hands and advances.

I was fuming. That man was mine. And i was not going to stand and watch him be molested by hungry girls.

I walked over to them and tapped Damien on the shoulder. The look of relief on his face was almost comical.

I fake smiled at the girls who were currently scowling at me.

"Excuse me girls, do you mind if I steal my boyfriend for a minute?"

They gasped in horror. I cheered internally. Damien was smirking now. He waved a dramatic farewell to them and walked away with me.

I felt jubilant. I had not only claimed him as my own but had also publicly announced our relationship. Damien also looked positively radiant. He was obviously glad that I was prepared to accept what we were.

I felt proud of myself that I could make him so happy. It gave me the courage to face the storm that was surely coming our way in the form of a green eyed man.

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