21 April 2012
He left for the wedding, unable to breathe. She drove to the church, ha she thought a church, the house of god, a place to worship. She had always wondered why they chose stained windows, to let the light in? She preferred the dark the total abyss. Why live through it all she had lived in the sun, the light let the beam shine upon her and now he brought darkness left her alone to dwell in her thoughts. She reached the church it was time. He gazed out the window to where we yearned to be, free and with her, his beloved. He turned and opened the giant double doors it was time, time to declare his false love. He had not seen the children since he left, and he couldn't bare to see her face again. That pitiful tear stained face he longed to touch, those whimpering lips he yearned to kiss. He began to walk to the isle, the place where would lose his soul, there she stood the false bride. He despised her, she had no fight, no personality an empty shell he would commit to. It was time. The doors flung open, he spun around there she was his soulmate as if to fling herself into this empty shell, he could not hide his joy, the tears beginning to stream. How dare he smile, how dare he have such joy, when I'm now left alone to endure this hell! The anger bubbled inside her, a place she never knew was there, but it was too late now she just didn't care. She walked up towards him he embraced her, feeble protesting from the shell were just white noise in the background. 'It is time.' said she. 'It is time....' said he.
The End
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