The pastor inched closer to the mic holding a bible in his hands. He was a man in his mid-seventies and his generously sized robes couldn't hide his frail body underneath.
Holding a bible in his hand and Rosary in the other, he looked that couple growing in love for each other and smiled, for he could reckon that theirs was a marriage that was going to last. He then looked at the crowd and urged them to pray for two who seemed nothing but the blessings of everyone around.
As everyone stood up and bowed their head, saying a silent prayer for their happy reunion, a man stood there all alone in the distance. Hiding behind the trunk of a tree, he looked at Raymond and then at Akira, and a deep gasp of air left his chest. His lips also moved in silent prayer from the bottom of his heart.
