[Garden Venue - 11 AM]
Guests arrived—family, close friends, Rain's professors and colleagues. Thirty people who'd supported Rain and Prapai's journey.
The music started. Prapai walked down the aisle first, flanked by Vegas and Pete, looking nervous and excited.
Then Rain appeared with Sky and Porsche—he'd asked both to walk him down, unable to choose.
When Prapai saw Rain in his white suit with architectural embroidery, tears immediately filled his eyes.
Rain walked steadily..
They met at the altar, hands clasping.
"Hi," Rain whispered.
"Hi," Prapai breathed. "You're beautiful."
The officiant began. "We're gathered to witness Rain and Prapai joining their lives in marriage. This isn't just a union of two people, but a celebration of survival, healing, and choosing love after trauma."
Rain felt tears starting but smiled through them.
"Rain and Prapai have written their own vows. Rain, would you like to go first?"
Rain took a breath, looking into Prapai's eyes.
"Prapai, two years ago, I didn't think I'd survive. I was trapped, broken, convinced I'd never be free or happy again. Then you came into my life—not as a savior, because I saved myself—but as a partner who showed me what love should be."
Rain's voice strengthened. "You never rushed me. Never pressured me. Never made me feel controlled or trapped. You celebrated my independence while offering support. You held me through nightmares without making me feel weak. You proved that trauma doesn't define us, that we can heal and love and be happy."
Rain squeezed Prapai's hands. "I'm not marrying you because I need you to survive. I'm marrying you because I choose you—freely, joyfully, completely. Because you're my partner, my best friend, my safe place. I love you, P'Pai.."
Prapai was openly crying now.
The officiant smiled. "Prapai, your vows?"