Epilogue

She smiles. He smiles. The day was filled with clouds, memories, good champagne and family. Mum stood beside Bria, Thomas's father stood behind Thomas. Everyone else who mattered was sat around them. It was a big day, their wedding day.

His eyes are bright, clear as day. He skims his thumb over her soft bottom lip.

Her father had finished marrying them, Thomas was so excited to kiss his wife. His wife.

Slowly, he eased into her, pressing her lips against his. They were supposed to be sixteen, they were supposed to be sixteen when they got married.