Aris raised an eyebrow. "No?"
The Unbreakable Vow
The drive was cursed from the start. A flat tire. A wrong turn that led to a field of angry cows. A motel where the only available room was a converted silo. Each disaster made Lena more certain the universe was conspiring against her. But Ben just held her hand tighter.
"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?" Wedding Impossible
Ben blinked. "Excuse me?"
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.
He turned to Lena and took both her hands. "Lena, I don't need the universe's approval. I don't need a party, a priest, or a perfect day. I just need you. Right here. Right now." Aris raised an eyebrow
At dawn, they reached Purgatory. The courthouse was a dusty brick building with a crooked sign. The judge, a woman in a bathrobe who smelled of coffee and catnip, agreed to perform the ceremony for fifty bucks.
"I love you, Ben," she whispered. "Let's do the impossible."
The wedding was impossible. But the marriage? That was the only thing the universe couldn't cancel. A wrong turn that led to a field of angry cows
So, when her boyfriend of four years, Ben, finally got down on one knee, she didn't scream with joy. She laughed—a hollow, exhausted sound.
They stood before her, no rings, no vows prepared.
The judge in the bathrobe stamped a form. "Congratulations. You're married. Now get out, I have a nap scheduled."
"I love you, Ben," she said, cupping his face. "But marrying me is impossible. The universe has a restraining order against me and a white dress."