DESIGNATED BRIDE

Briana was walking without any kind of fixed route.

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All hopes: had dwindled to that day, into nothingness itself. She had lost the person she loved the most.

Not because she had decided so; quite the contrary: she had been jilted at the altar.

That gray”eyed girl continued walking, ignoring the pain she felt when she stepped on the stones of the road, thus cushioning the pain she had in her heart.

She did not care about the curious glances of the vehicles that passed by her, nothing interested her at that moment. Step by step, she felt like a lifeless shell; with a white dress accompanying the purity she now did not have.

Something made her slow down, there was a small wooden house a few meters away.

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There were some flowers planted there that she recorded when she was a little girl, and that made her go to that place.

She walked, like a lost firefly towards the light.

She did not look back, she had no one to cry for her, no one to miss her: therefore she did not care if a cruel destiny awaited her in that place.

After several minutes, she was already in front of those flowers and caressed them with her fingertips. She closed her eyes remembering when her little hand did it.

Suddenly, she was curious about the interior of that house, she peeked inside a little cautiously.

Curious though.

The interior was quite well lit, the large windows apparently helped to keep with own light.

Briana without a second's hesitation had already knocked on the door, when an extremely attractive boy appeared in her vision. She wanted to say something, but all the way she had tried to say a word however none came out of her mouth.