Betrayed Bride

back at my body, her face pale and her breath shallow. She screamed out loud and suddenly fainted. I watched as she fell to the floor, her body li

gaze landing on my body. She gasped and tried to sit up, but she was too weak. I hovered beside her, wishing I could help her. I

th people. I stood back, watching as everyone tried to help my mother. They tried to get her to stand, to drink water, to calm down. But nothing worked. She was inconsolable. My fiance rushed me and held me firmly, what happened to my bride and why is her body so cold, he yelled furiously. I tried calling

ouldn't see me as well. He couldn't see the tears in my eyes, the anguish in my heart. I was invisible to him, just as I was invisible to everyone else. I watched as they carried my mother out of the room, her body limp and her eyes closed. I followed them, knowing there was

with concern. But he couldn't even see me. I had to get to my body, to wake it up. I had to make it move, to make it come back to life. I put my hands on my chest

my fiancé. I thought about all the things I still wanted to experience, all the love I still had to give. I had to make my body move. I had to come back to life. I

ack to life. I was already dead. And then, a calmness washed over me. I sank to the floor, my body convulsing with sobs. I was filled with grief and loss, but I couldn't even