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York really never thought he'd see the day Carolina decided to get married.
He honestly never thought she'd grow to want this, let alone live that long, but here they are.
She's unbelievably beautiful in the dress. It's not aqua blue but he can see hints of her color glittering in her hair. All he wants is to reach out and touch her, but he can't, obviously. Everyone in the small audience is watching her walk down the aisle, now would be a bad time to tackle the bride.
When her foot hits the first stair to the altar (not just a wedding but a church wedding. The obvious pun has been avoided on pain of death) York realizes he might not be able to do this. She's so beautiful and so determined and there's a voice screaming in his head that he doesn't deserve this.
She reaches the altar and turns, smiling now, to face the officiate. York ducks his head. The voice, not Delta, it hasn't been Delta in years, is right.
He backs out a side door, doesn't want to interrupt, it's not about him.
York heads down the street, tries and fails not to read the sign outside the church doors.
Today we gather
To celebrate the union of:
David
&
Carolina