Wedding Morning Part 4(Groom's view)

"Come on Peter! What are you waiting for?" Startled by his best man he jumped to his feet and tried to collect himself.I really should stop doing that or people will know something is wrong. "You're not thinking about backing out of this, are you?" "No!...no! Of course not!" Peter replied. "Well then move it! We're already behind schedule, and if we don't hurry Valerie will chew us both out" So they both hurried over to the sanctuary. The Reverend lead him up to the altar and soon the wedding processional was beginning. Wow it was finally happening! He had been waiting for this day with anticipation for so long, but now it just didn't seem to matter anymore. He was dying. He was about to marry the one girl he wanted to spend forever with and all he had was eight months. A brain tumor, of all the heinous things to take him away from her. How could he tell her? How could he let her sit there and watch him die? It wasn't like he was gonna get any better. Dr.Foreman said surgery was too risky and chemo would only leave him bald and weak with little chances of recovery. And there she was. He was completely transfixed by her. She was absolutely amazing. She was easy going, compassionate, and an all around good person. A person who didn't deserve to watch her husband die. It was time for the Reverend to speak. "Dearly Beloved: We are gathered here, in the presence of God and of this company, that Peter and Mary may be united in holy matrimony.Who presents this woman in marriage?" "Her Mother and I do" Her Father squeezed her hand and gently let go."If anyone has reason why these two shall not be married speak now or forever hold your peace" The church was so quiet you could hear a pen drop. "Well then let us proceed" "No!" Peter wasn't sure if that had come out of his own mouth. It had. "Peter what are you doing?!" "I can't! I'm sorry, one day you'll understand" "Understand what?! Peter you're not making sense" "I'm so sorry. Just remember I still love you Mary" And with that he ran down the aisle and straight out the double doors. Once he was out he frantically searched his pockets for his car keys. He unlocked it, hopped in, and started the car. As he started to pull out of the church parking lot he looked back at Mary on the front steps in her wedding gown, panic on her face. That was the hardest thing he had ever done. But he knew it was for the best. He'd rather have her hate him than become a widow at twenty-four.