Noah’s back was covered with sweat.

Then, all of the yelling around him faded into the background until there was nothing. It felt as if he had traveled back in time.

He was standing in the chapel in Silvercrest again. It was a magical day. Dressed in a wedding gown, Gwynn was holding a bouquet, waiting for him before the altar.

His leather shoes made crisp, clear clacks on the pristine chapel floor.

White doves flapped their wings gracefully and took to the skies, careful to not lose a