Epilogue

                                    

                                          

"I think we deserve
a soft epilogue, my love.
We are good people, 
and we've suffered enough."
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Five months Later...
Nikolas's POV
"Are you nervous?" 
"No," I answered. 
"Then, why is your hand shaking?" Alex asked with a low chuckle, finding humor in this for some fucking reason. 
My jaw ticked and I removed my hands from over the damn tie that made its mission not to be done today, "It's not shaking!" I stressed out, glaring at him through the mirror. 
He was sprawled on the lush couch, his arms extended on the sides, ever so comfortable. His eyebrow raised, "Okay then, if you succeed in doing your tie without your hand shaking, I swear I'll never annoy you ever again," He challenged, being a little shit, as if I didn't have enough on my plate as it is. 
I turned around, "How about you get out of here before I punch you really hard," I grated out, challenging him too. 
My agitated state only added amusement to his annoying self and he let out a low laugh, "God, it's so good to see you like this," He said and I flexed my fingers on the side, on the verge of breaking his face. I was not to be messed with today; he better act wise. 
He rolled his eyes when my glare persisted and he got up to his feet, sighing loudly as he fixed the collar of his white dress shirt before he moved closer, pausing only when he was right across from me. His gaze flickered all over my face, shaking his head at my unjustified anger before he brought his hands up, his fingers lifting my collar before he started adjusting the tie for me. 
"Why are you nervous, anyway?" He asked as he crossed the wide end of the tie over the narrow one, "I mean I was freaking out on my wedding day because I realized I was going to have sex with the same woman for the rest of my life," He added, ever so casually as he tightened the knot by gently pulling the wide end while sliding the knot up towards my neck.
"But considering you barely got any action on the side, what's troubling you?" He said, always aiming to belittle me in any way he could, "What could possibly be getting you a hundred times more unpleasant on such a beautiful day?" He added, adjusting and ensuring that the knot was centered and snug against my collar.
He tapped his hands over my shoulders, smiling widely at my perfectly done tie, giddy at his masterpiece. I gazed down at it, running my fingers over the fabric, and no matter how hard I tried to get a grip on myself, I ended up failing. 
My heart was pounding, each beat echoing like a drum inside my chest, louder and louder, refusing to be ignored. My breath came out in short, ragged exhales as if the air itself was too thick to inhale. My hands trembled, fingers quivering despite my desperate attempts to steady them, the traitorous shake giving away the turmoil within.
The knot in my stomach tightened, twisting and turning, making me feel like I might be sick. My thoughts raced, tangled in a web of anxiety and doubt, each one pulling me deeper into a state of panic. I've felt various things in my life over the years, but I don't think I've ever been as nervous as I am feeling today.
Alex read the messy web of dark thoughts tangling in my eyes, he sensed the negative vibes radiating off me in waves. Lines etched between his brows as he gazed at me, "I mean Isaac is dead, so I don't expect him to come out of his grave and crash your wedding zombie-style, if that's what you're scared of," He said, making my jaw tick at his out-of-the-box theories.