Humorous Wedding Day

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Who is she? I recognize her vaguely? Her silver hair seems to have aged with desolation still holding those misfortunate memoires. Aged and wizened her lips frame her crooked frown, bitterly like a triggered swan ready to bite. Her creased skin sagged seemingly slipping off her face; it’s crinkled like a discarded letter left to itself. She’s tired; she’s worn, her wailing bones are not strong enough to deal with this agony anymore. Yet her dead dark eyes are strong enough to pierce straight through me like a lightning bolt, filling me with melancholy and despair. She scares me. Why is she staring like that? Her eyes fuelled with sweet toxic memories that provoke her revenge. Why? What does she want? Anxiety clutches my stomach causing my skin to tingle with nervousness. I search. I search for clues to see who she is, to help me remember her identity. And …show more content…

Once upon time I was like every other princess, living a fairy tale. My wedding day had come; I looked the best I could ever look. My wedding gown made with the finest of silks, satins and lace, the purest shade of white, not even a speck of dirt, just the way I wanted it. My luscious hair had been transformed into a piece of art, flowers made with intricate swirls of curls each one done with the same precision. Diamond shimmered on my neck like the night sea trapping the reflection of the stars. I remember wearing my corset the tightest I had ever worn it. I remember sitting on my ornate dressing chair in front of this same dying mirror, treasuring my beauty, innocently imagining my future with my husband like any other woman getting married because they say that your wedding day is supposed to be the most memorable day of your life. And it was. But I was stupid. I was stupid for starting a story without any ink in my pen; I was stupid for weaving the future without any thread in my needle. I was stupid because I trusted him; it was my fault for not realising his true

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