Lena's eyes welled with tears. For the first time, she wasn't afraid of the sky falling.
Their plan was simple, born from pure superstition and desperation: on a random Tuesday, they would drive to a tiny, forgotten courthouse in the ghost town of Purgatory, Nevada. No flowers. No cake. No guests. Just them, a judge, and a signature.
"A wedding is the definition of getting married," Lena deadpanned. Wedding Impossible
As they walked back to their battered car, a single, perfect ray of sunlight broke through the clouds. It wasn't a grand, cosmic spectacle. It was just a little light, following them home.
"Precisely," Aris said, checking his clipboard. "The earliest opening we have for a 'Lena and Ben' union is…" He squinted. "…June 31st, 2479. Would you like to reschedule?" Lena's eyes welled with tears
That was when the ground began to shake.
"We're not asking for permission," Ben said, his voice steady. "We're not asking for a timeslot. We're not asking for a ceremony. We're just asking each other." No flowers
They stood before her, no rings, no vows prepared.