Humorous Wedding Narrative

It was a man with dark brown eyes and the strongest jawline I have seen in person. His hair brown and was styled like Zac Efron. Catching my eye he whispered, “Don’t tell Hanna that I was late. She’d kill me.” I was torn between a smiling, gawking, and scolding, but instead I nodded like he had just trusted me with a top secret assignment. I suppose it was a fine choice of action because it made him chuckle. Without realizing it we both began to make comments to one another during the wedding; we made fun of the little waterworks that happened at the end of the vows and how Hanna was terrible at hiding the huge grin on her face. After the ceremony was over he introduced himself, “By the way, I’m Luke.” I took his hand in welcoming shake and

I learned he was cop and that he had met Hanna in College. He apparently also worked with Taylor for a bit at a gym, so he knew both bride and groom. As the night went on we each confessed our distastes in weddings, each for a different reason. I hate love and he thinks they’re boring, regardless of reasoning it was nice to have someone to relate with me. It was wonderful night which ended with exchanged numbers and a date.
Everything from our first meeting to first dance, date, and kiss was magical. Luke became my best friend and boyfriend. I remember that he proposed in December at a skating rink. It was stupid and straight out of a One Direction music video but for whatever reason I could not say no. I never planned to marry but when I am with Luke it seems I cannot control my actions. Sometimes I act like a fool in love, if I believed in such things.
I was pulled out of my thoughts by the sound of my phone ringing. I had not realized I had been staring out the window for half an hour; the outside world was now shrouded in darkness. I looked down at the chirping phone to read an unfamiliar number. Part of me was scared to answer,

You are listed as the first contact for Mr. Luke Henson. Earlier today he was in a car accident. It took a while to discover his information and identify him, but now that we have we advise that you come to the hospital as soon as possible.” Her words were laced with an urgent concern. The things she was saying hit me like a gust of cold wind barging through an open door. I wanted her to stop speaking. I felt myself grow distant from reality, so much that it sounded like she was trying to talk to me underwater. To be honest it almost felt like I was underwater, drowning. A cold sweat had broken out and I felt a tightness in my chest. It took a while for me to gain control over my voice and breathing