I love you Annie Doyle – #fridayfiction
A tear falls from Ophelia’s eye as she listens. She can remember making just such a promise to Edward, but long after he was gone the stars still lit the sky and she could do nothing but ache for his body to again lie beside hers.
Oliver tells Annie she has brought a newfound happiness to his life, that the ordinary things of yesterday are no longer ordinary but amazing because he can see them through her eyes.
“Although I may be an imperfect being,” he says, “I will for the rest of my days love you, honor you and cherish you with every ounce of my heart and soul.”
They exchange rings, and as they share a kiss the organist begins Beethoven’s Ode to Joy. She plays softly at first, but when Annie and Oliver turn to the congregation the music grows louder and the church bells begin to chime as they do on Sunday morning.
Oliver whispers, “I love you, Annie Doyle,” and they start back down the aisle together.