Until Death Do We Part.
By Black Rose.
They had met straight out of High School. He had just signed up for the Army- much to his father's immense liking and she, well, she had been a credible nurse. And not to mention the most wonderful woman he had ever laid eyes on. She had just transferred to their small town hospital from the big city and looking for a place to stay had turned up on the doorstep of his fathers bed and breakfast Hotel.
That day had been the best day of his life. Nothing had been more perfect than when he had opened the door that cold winters morning to find her standing there.
Her wavy golden blonde hair had glistened as the rays of sunshine that fought their way through the thick grey storm clouds had struck down on top of her, creating a soft glow. She was an angel from heaven- of that he was sure. Her skin was a milky white, the apples of her checks a soft red. But it was her doe-eyes that captured his attention. They were a dark chocolate brown, something alluring and delicious that he had immediately wanted to obtain. She had looked up at him through her long dark lashes and when she spoke, her words lulled over him, gentle and soft.
Her name was Katherine Grove she had told him, and she was in need of a place to stay. He had welcomed her instantly, reaching out in true gentleman fashion to carry her bags as she discussed the price of her two- night stay with his father behind the desk.
Two nights had turned into a week. A week and turned into a month and soon she had stopped paying rent, his father insistent that she was a guest and more than welcome to stay in their company forever. Forever was a long time. Besides, his father had told her jokingly, the Hotel needed a woman's touch.
He thought of her constantly. She was on his mind when he was in training, when he was helping around his father's expansive Motel, but most of all he thought of her in the nights when she wasn't there, when she was at the hospital working those seven hours of hideous night shift her boss had delegated her.
Every day he yearned for her touch, for her quiet and delighted words of unimaginable praise when he told her of his receiving of awards within the Army or explained to her his ever-succeeding career that made his father and him, unexplainably proud.
She had held his hand at presentation nights, the softness of her skin soothing his nerves before he rose to accept his award; her smile was wide and warm when she clapped for him, placed next to his best friend Jake Sanders.
Soon they had gotten married, both knowing it was the right time. Their wedding had been small. Her sister and mother had attended; her father had passed some years ago. His father had walked her down the aisle, his steps shuffling while hers had oozed grace. Jake had stood beside him, his best man and forever friend. They had exchanged vowels in the small church, promising that they would be together forever. A promise that had been sorely broken.
He still had the photographs, old and stained at the edges, crumpled from his obsessive need to hold onto something that had once been good in his life. He carried them with him everywhere and studied them at least once a day.
They had lived happily ever after for nine years.
Both had desperately wanted children, but were unable to conceive. And even though their unattainable want for someone to raise and call their own, to be proud of, and help reach their goals, had strained their relationship -they had pulled through, each knowing that they would be there for each other.
"Through health and sickness until death do we part," They had promised each other and they would never dishonour their vowels to love and cherish to each other. Never.
And now as he stared at those photos of what had been, Donald Lydecker knew, in his heart, that in the short amount of time that had seemed another lifetime, he had been the happiest man alive.
And now, as he glanced at the empty bottle in his hand where he lay on the floor, he realised he had to continue living. If not for himself, for her.