Look At The Skies, They Have Stars In Their Eyes
This is a sequel to this fic, but can be read as a separate fic!
(This is also based off Phoebe’s wedding in Friends)
I couldn’t do this.
Not again. Not when it had all gone so horribly wrong last time. Not when today could be ruined. Not when I had everything to lose.
With Tamlin, I hadn’t even cared. At least not in the way I was supposed to care about my future husband. With him, I had no worries, no doubts about what my future would hold. Because I had known from the moment I had been born. Get married, have kids, live a simple life in the suburbs. And I had accepted that future. Accepted it because that was the normal thing to do. That was what I was expected to do. But now…
Now I had no idea how the rest of my life would pan out.
But I knew - knew with every fibre of my being - that I wanted Rhys beside me.
So why was I feeling this way?
No… I knew why.
Rhys wasn’t Tamlin.
But I was still me.