A ghost of a woman with a painted veil walking down the aisle is engraved in my memory. The tears that flowed from her night-black eyes haunted me but I kept my eyes open for if I blink, her world will collapse and I couldn't bear to lose her frightening beauty. Red rose petals stained the long white trail she wore like blood and everyone turned around to see her approach the altar where her groom was supposed to be in a tux, rejoicing that he was to marry the girl who gave sense to the world. She stood in front and venom came out from her trembling lips.
"Raymond's not coming. So sorry for wasting your time."
The broken bride then lifted the skirt of her gown and rushed towards the gate of the church. Once she was outside she pulled out her veil and threw it away screaming. She locked herself inside the limousine where more tears poured, smudging her make-up. Inside the church the guests exchanged guesses as to why the groom was nowhere in sight, and the bride's father threatened the groom's parents. The bride's mother coaxed her daughter to open the car's door, but the stubborn bride sank at the back of the limousine and wept at the loss of a great love.
I stood a few steps from the church and wept as well for causing the woman I love so much pain. But it was better this way, I told myself. Someday she'll meet another man and she'll fall in love again. They'd get married and have a family, and then she'd be happy. Something she won't be if she marries me.
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Bride by KASH
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