Epilogue: Impossible

"I set out on a narrow way many years ago
Hoping I would find true love along the broken road.
But I got lost a time or two

Wiped my brow and kept pushing through.
I couldn't see how every sign pointed straight to you.

Every long lost dream led me to where you are,
Others who broke my heart they were like northern stars
Pointing me on my way into your loving arms.
This much I know is true,
That God blessed the broken road
That led me straight to you."

"Bless the Broken Road" –Rascal Flatts

Five months later

"…to be your lawfully wedded husband, to have and to hold, in sickness and health, to love, honor and obey, in good times and woe, for richer or poorer, keeping yourself solely unto him for as long as you both shall live? If so, answer 'I do,'" the minister quickly caught his breath.

This was the moment.

"I do."

"If there be anyone present who may show just and lawful cause why this couple may not be legally wed, let him speak now or forever hold his peace."


Okay, Chloe, so far, so good.

The rings were then exchanged, as a tear made its way down my face. Why did I always have to cry?

The minister closed his Bible and smiled, "By the authority vested in me by the State of Arizona, I pronounce you husband and wife."

My tears swelled up. I could not help it. This was just a happy moment.

"I love you," I could hear him whisper.

"I love you too, Enrique."

I should probably take the time and clarify something though.

This is not my wedding. I was not the bride; instead, I was the bridesmaid. Actually, let me be specific, Amanda and I were bridesmaids.

Michelle and Enrique embraced one another, as their lips locked. Even though this was not my wedding, I still found it to be cute.

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw something just as cute. Chris was standing behind Enrique, wearing his tux, his dirty blonde hair combed back. He must have seen me looking at me because he gave a quick smirk as he shook his head.

Our little moment, even though it really was supposed to be Michelle and Enrique's moment, was interrupted when the wedding march began to play from the quartet that was in the corner of the church. Michelle and Enrique broke their kiss as they held each other's hands and made their way down the aisle.

Amanda and Enrique's brother/best man, Eduardo, followed them down the aisle. I was pretty sure Amanda would have enjoyed having John escorting her out, but seeing as how Enrique's brother was the best man and Amanda just "happened" to be in front of me, thanks to the careful planning of Michelle, they were paired together, leaving the groomsman, Chris, with me.

After the two walked down the aisle, Chris and I were the lasts one at the front of the church. With a smile, Chris walked, using his cane as an aid, towards me as I met him halfway. I looped my arm through his, as we started to walk down the aisle. While smiling to the guests, I noticed that Chris was trying his best to walk without leaning on his cane too much. Still I could see he was limping when he could've easily used his cane and carry himself higher. I guess it was a pride thing. So I decided to offer assistance, "Chris," I whispered, trying my best not to let the guests see or hear what I was saying, "You can lean on me, if you want."

Chris gave his head a little shake and declined. "No, thank you. I will escort the prettiest girl out of here without help." He looked slightly towards me and grinned as we slowly made our way to the back of the church.

Acting like I did not know what he was talking about, I looked around and whispered, "Prettiest girl? Buddy, you're not too bright. Trying to cheat on your girlfriend while she's standing a foot away from you? Tsk."

Chris raised one of his eyebrows and continued, "Well, you see, you are the prettiest girl here." His mouth whispered into my ear, "So, my girlfriend doesn't need to know that I like you."

I giggled, "Don't worry. I won't tell her."

We were finally out of the door and made our way to the reception area.

"Attention!" A person began to clink their glass. "It is now time for the bride to dance with the groom," Eduardo yelled.

There was a harmonious ah. Michelle, in her white halter wedding gown, made her way with Enrique down onto the dance floor.

The guests, including us, the party, sat and waited for the quartet to start. As they played the introduction, the singer walked up to the microphone and began to sing "I Cross my Heart" by George Strait.

Chris and I sat at the table that was reserved for the bride and groom's party. Sitting with us were of course Amanda and Eduardo, plus John and Eduardo's girlfriend, Cynthia. Even though, John and Cynthia were not part of the wedding party, they were allowed to sit with us.

As the song continued, we all watched Michelle and Enrique dance away. I heard Chris barely whisper the word beautiful, and I, at first, assumed he was talking about Michelle and Enrique dancing, but as I turned to face him, I saw he was staring at me. I could not help but blush and look down at my red bridesmaid dress. Fortunately, Michelle was not the bride that went crazy when it came to picking dresses for Amanda and me.

The song had finally ended. Eduardo was the first to clap when it ended, and we all stood up, knowing that it was our cue to dance, since the next dance was the wedding party dance. Chris leaned onto his cane and the table to stand from his chair, and when he was at the point where he was standing fully, I asked, "May I have the pleasure of dancing with you?"

"Why of course, fair maiden," he said as he took my hand and led me to the dance floor. As we walked to the dance floor, I accidentally tripped on my heels.

"I thought I was the one who would trip on my way out here," Chris laughed. He lifted up his cane and grinned.

What can I say? Once a klutz, always a klutz…

Amanda, John, Eduardo, and Cynthia were already on the dance floor waiting for the music.

The singer began to sing once again, only this time to Frank Sinatra's "The Way You Look Tonight."

As he sang, I had one hand gingerly placed on Chris's shoulder and the other on his arm that was leaning on his cane. Surprisingly, I thought we both did well, dancing-wise.

Chris began to lean his head against mine and began to quietly sing the lyrics to me. "Lovely ..."

I shook my head and smiled.

He shook his head back at me and continued to sing with the song, "Never, ever change. Keep that breathless charm. Won't you please arrange it?"

I decided to quietly join in with him, "'Cause I love you ..." We both sang.

I leaned my head on his shoulder while he sang, "Just the way you look tonight. Mm, Mm, Mm, Mm, just the way you look to-night."

It was perfect. My first dance with Chris, actually, correction, my first dance ever, was just perfect.

Who knew it would take me this long to dance with someone?

When the song ended, someone decided to ring a bell. That someone was Amanda, the bell hanging off her finger as she looked at Chris and me.

Before I realized it, Chris took his free hand and pulled my face towards his to seal the perfect evening with a kiss.

Three months later

"And… open!"

I could feel his fingers slip away from mine as I uncovered my eyes.

"I think I have déjà vu. Haven't I been here before?" I turned to Chris who was standing behind me. He did not say a word, just smiled. I looked back in front of me and saw a picnic that was set up for two next to my little pond. It was cute. Chris set up a little candle which flickered in the night. The full moon was reflected in the water which slowly moved up and down, in a steady motion.

"What do you think?" I could hear Chris ask behind me.

I decided to play silly and say, "Is that picnic for me? Or for another girl?"

"This time it was actually intended for you."

I gave him a nudge on the shoulder, "You mean our last picnic together was not how you wanted it?"

Chris quickly defended himself, "No! It was just unexpected. A good unexpected incident. Right?"

I crossed my arms, trying my best to act like I did not agree. It did not last to long because Chris started to poke me until I agreed with him.

"Right!" I finally laughed.

I took his hand in mine as we slowly walked to our little picnic.

"What is your favorite type of jewelry? Silver or gold?"

"You're running out of 'What is' questions, aren't you?" I took a grape and tossed it into his mouth.

After he caught it, he swallowed and smiled, "Not really. I'm just curious."

"Well, it depends. I like silver for everyday clothes and stuff, but I like white gold for the shine. You?"

"Doesn't really matter, as long as it doesn't make my skin turn green," he smiled as rolled over on his back, placing his hands underneath his head. "Your turn to ask me something."

I asked the first thing that came to my mind, "What is the scariest thing you have had to go through?"

He lifted an eyebrow and asked, "What's yours?"

I decided to let this slide and be the first to answer. I thought for moment, trying to think of times when I was scared as a child, but none of those incidents seemed to matter. Only one thing seemed to scare me, "Getting the call from your mom that you got in an accident… thinking you were… dead…"

I guess I must have looked like I was about to cry because he lifted himself up and wrapped an arm around me. "I'm here. It's okay now…"

After a couple minutes, I paused and looked up at him, "I take it that was the moment you were scared too, I mean, when you were riding and saw that you could die."

He paused for a moment before answering. "Actually all of that was a blur. The moment when I was scared the most was during those couple weeks when I realized I kicked you out of my life, and I would never see you again."

"Oh." was all I could say.

Chris, with an effort, began to stand up, his leg slightly trembling beneath him. His eyes shut until his body was fully up. I stared at him as he walked over to the pond and stood there looking at it. Without even looking in my direction, Chris asked, "What's your favorite song, recently?"

I thought to myself for a moment and then decided that this was almost an impossible question.

"I don't really have a favorite right now. I switch too much. Why? Do you have a favorite song right now?"

Chris closed his eyes and smiled, "I'm not really a country fan but there has been one song that has been getting stuck in my head recently."

"Which one?"

"Joe Nichols's 'Impossible.'"

I can't remember that song…

Chris turned his head to the full moon and asked, "Have you ever had a moment where you thought something could not happen, like impossible, but it did? Something that you wanted so badly but you thought it was out of your reach."

I tilted my head as I stood up to walk to him. Chris wrapped his arms around me as we both stood in front of the pond.

I answered, "Yeah. When I found out about your accident, I thought I would never see you again. I thought that you being alive would be impossible…"

I felt his arms loosen their grip around me. Chris whispered, "Never underestimate the impossible." I could feel his eyes looking at me. "Chloe, stare at the moon."


"It's just pretty, and I want you to remember."

I'm confused…

"You'll see… just keep looking that way."

So I did. And what do you know? He was right. The moon tonight looked like a big pearl in the sky with its reflection swimming in the little pond in front of me. It was beautiful.

I could hear some rustling noise behind me, and so I turned around.

Chris was trying to kneel down but he winced while doing so. Once his good leg was on the ground and the other was propped up, his arm reached into his pocket as he began to pull something out. I could feel my eyes growing wider as milliseconds began to pass.

Is he doing what I think he is doing?

I thought of three things when I saw him doing this. First I thought "Aw" because I thought that what he was doing was very cute and I could not believe it. Then I thought "Aw…" as I realized that he was in a little pain while trying to kneel. But then I thought, "AH!!" as I realized the immensity of this whole thing.

"Aw," was all my mouth could say.

Oh, yeah. I know, I'm smooth…

Chris decided to start, "Chloe, I never did tell you why that song has been stuck in my head."

Wait. He's just going to talk about songs now… oh, my mind was so off! I always run to conclusions so quickly!

Chris opened his mouth but instead of words flowing out, something much more came out.

Chris began to sing, but his singing was amazing. I never knew this but Chris was an incredible singer.

"Unsinkable ships sink.
Unbreakable walls break.
Sometimes the things you think would never happen,
happen just like that.
Unbendable steel bends.
If the fury of the wind is unstoppable,
I've learned to never underestimate…

He paused as he opened the little jewelry box to reveal a diamond ring.

"The impossible."

Even though the diamond sparkled underneath the moon's light, I think that Chris's eyes managed to sparkle even more.

"Chloe, I love you. The feelings I have for you is unlike anything I have felt with anyone else. You know how you told me long ago about loving someone was better then the feeling you had when you were a child on Christmas morning? Or how I said reality doesn't have sparks or anything magical? Chloe, you helped to prove me wrong. Ever since then, I was seeing and feeling those things that I once did not believe in. I realized before I was just settling for Amanda. I never felt that way with you. I love you." He smiled as raised the box closer to me, "Will you be my impossible? Will you marry me?"

I raised my hands to my mouth to cover it from screaming at the top of my lungs. "Oh my…" I whispered.

Chris continued to stare at me, his eyes filled with hope.

He's the one. He's always been the one.

My stomach began to flutter as my head began to spin.

"I love you, Chris." I could hear my voice breaking as a tear slid down my face.

Chris smiled as he reached for my hand, his fingers lightly touching my skin.

Finally, I answered, "Yes, I will marry you!"

My head was spinning so much that I fell to my knees. Chris pulled out the ring and placed it on my finger. His hands held mine as if he could not believe it. I did not look at the stone after he placed it on me. Instead, I stared into his eyes as my hand reached behind his head, and this time, I pulled him in for a kiss.

And it was full of sparks and magic.

This moment was something that I had once believed would be impossible.

He was my impossible.


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