A Little Like Fate

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tanding golden spiraled mirror in front of me. Those were the words of my mother who was against the idea of me getting married at

I didn't feel ecstatic about it. I mean, I was supposed to be the happiest girl on earth, this was all I ev

immediately formed on my lips. It was my day, I deserved to be happy and

hed over me. She sounded more sarcastic when I thought about it for a s

makeup artiste, one of my girlfriends, had transformed my face to lo

ented and my lips thinned into a small smile. I felt sat

reciated with my s

flowery gown, the door opened abruptly and we all turned to the intruder. The person turned out to

question. I wasn't so sure. He didn't say anything till I got to where he was standing. The girl

keep calm. All this was just in my head

h a heavy load was boarded off my chest. I was finally able to

I hit his shoulder a little before going back to my dres

e once noise-filled room into dead silence. I ha

seconds went by like hours, I was losing my cool, and he still wasn't saying anything. My crystal bl

es and walk bris

re as a painful whisper. I di

brother?" My friends rushed to his aid and pulled me a

ushed cheeks, my tears ruining the perfect

? Talk to me!" I ye

. A cold sensation ran down my spine. I didn't know what to think or do, so I ran out of the room, pushing Devin aside. I was going to find my husband, no matter how long it would tak

they ever will. I ran to his house and almost pulled down the gate with my abrasive knocking.

didn't wait for him to reply before charging toward the house. I tried to open the door but to no avail. The sky was beginning to get cloudy and I

had begun falling and was wetting our cloth

pped slowly to the ground, wail

rain. I was beginning to shiver due to the cold. I felt him lift me in bridal style; the style I had always wanted Bruce to carry

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ted into fresh tears. I knew it would take time for my wounds to heal; I loved him, so very much

ust two days to the wedding and when I had asked, he said it was nothin

standing and caring for him no matter what he did. But what did I get repaid with? Getting abandoned on the D-day.

some comfortable clothes. Good! I would hav

t, filled both palms with water, and splashed it on my face. I washe

s I too enough for him?

s. No matter how much I tried to tell myself everything happened for a reason, I broke into t

it hurt l

h my heart was being ripped apart, over and over again. The feeling was some

he living room where I met my father with Devin. When they saw me,

e. Of course, they were twins, though not so identical but they still

staring at my runaway husband and I felt mor