“Briana was walking without any kind of fixed route. >? 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.”