The Wedding: Misato's POV

I could feel sweat starting to slowly drip down my cheek as I stood at the altar, waiting for my bride-to-be. I wiped my face with a handkerchief I kept in my pocket. No matter how hard I tried to calm myself, I couldn't stop the weird feeling in my stomach or my knees from shaking; I felt as though I might collapse. The feeling in my stomach grew heavier as the music began to play, announcing the arrival of the bride. I started to find it hard to breathe as she approached, holding a bouquet with an assortment of different flowers. This is really happening. I can't believe it! I'm getting married! A nervous smile was stuck on my face, just as one was for Yuki as she took her time walking down the aisle by her lonesome. She finally reached the altar and stood before me; we had a little trouble looking into each other's eyes out of nervousness but we eventually got over it. Our wedding vows were read. I was so happy! The pastor smiled after all the vows were read. "I now pronounce you wife and wife," he said. "You may kiss the bride." Without hesitation, I kissed Yuki, keeping our lips pressed together for only a few seconds, but letting everything else melt away in that small amount of time. There was only the two of us. I love her more than anything else in this world.