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The bride took a few deep breaths and turned to her father. He took her arm and the wedding march began to play from the organ at the front of the church. They came down the aisle slowly, pacing with the music. Her fiancé stared longingly at his bride coming toward him. She stopped when she got there and they both turned toward the minister.

Her white dress was adorned with beading on the bodice and fit snugly to her hips. It blended in with the white walls behind and around the pulpit. Her brown hair fell softly on her shoulders in loose waves. The necklace on her neck sparkled in the Saturday morning sun, catching the eye of the man to her left. They both smiled at each other, and the ceremony began.

Mary sat quietly on her bed watching the television. The first person she had thought to watch was her father. She wondered how he was coping with everything, if he suspected she was dead. She watched her dad silently, entranced by what was going on on the screen.

Reverend Eric Camden was in the pulpit of the GlenOak Community Church, performing yet another wedding ceremony. He was just beginning to recite the wedding vows for the couple after giving his little speech about marriage at the start of the service.

"Do you, Henry, take Stephanie to be your lawfully wedded wife?"

"I do."

"Do you, Stephanie, take Henry to be your lawfully wedded husband?"

"I do."

Tears formed in Mary's eyes as a knock came at the door to her room. Wilson walked inside and sat down next to her.

"Hello."

"Hi."

"What are you watching?"

"My dad. He's doing a wedding."

Wilson smiled. "That's nice."

"Yeah." She paused and then turned to face him. "Do you think we would have gotten married?"

He shrugged. "I don't know. It never seemed to be the right time for us." He put his hand on her knee. "But I think we would have been happy… if we ever did. We were right for each other."

"I agree." She put her hand on top of his. "But what about Becca?"

"What about Becca?"

"What would she have thought?"

"She would have been OK with it. She told me."

"You talked about it?"

"Yeah." He smiled. "She told me actually. She's like that."

"I've gathered that. We talked for a while."

Wilson knew that they had spoken from Becca, but wanted to hear Mary's take on it. "About what?"

"About you, Billy, lots of things. She's an interesting person."

"That she is." Wilson wrapped his arm around Mary and patted her shoulder. "You'll be OK, Mare."

"You really think so?"

"Yeah, I do."

"Thanks."

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A/N: I wrote this ending… oh I don't even remember how many times at this point. I think I had two completely different versions and about two different endings to this version I have here. I like it a bit, I must say, but it's too short (this has to be my shortest chapter ever). But this was over with, there wasn't anything left to say. I tried to make it as long as possible but sometimes a piece is just done.

Sorry for the long wait for the end. I just didn't want to post this until I had another idea for a story. Still no such luck, but this is long overdue.

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