Five sentence fiction – Flaw

I buckle my seatbelt and look at my watch; if everything’s according to schedule, she should be walking down the aisle right now.

The scene plays itself in my head: she’s with her dad, both of them have these great smiles (hers is hidden behind a veil of white), eyes would be following their every step, flower petals would be scattered all around the carpetted floor, she would be the prettiest one in that place (she was always the prettiest anywhere), waiting for her at the end of that long walk is a guy in a tux with an equally bright smile and a tummy filled to the brim with butterflies.

People who’ve won the lottery pale in comparison to the luck this guy has.

Both of them, the girl and the man, would put on some rings, say a few vows, and he’ll lift that veil and she’ll look into his eyes, and their lips would touch–a happily ever after type of ending.

If everything goes according to schedule, at the end of the day, she’ll be someone else’s wife and I’ll be half a world away.