She walked down the aisle alone, looking more beautiful than a spring morning. The white wedding gown was the most womanly thing she had ever worn. The happiness shone radiantly off her face — her day was finally here. Everyone gasped at the transformation in her appearance. She had always been tomboyish, not caring much for clothes or looks. Today, however, she was the most breathtaking bride in the city. She blushed, and this only made her look prettier.
As she neared the altar, she cast a look back at the doorway. What her eyes were searching for, nobody knew. Suddenly, something flitted across the doorway. She blinked and it was gone, but that was enough. That was her cue. She lifted her skirt up just a little bit — so little that nobody else in the room noticed. Somebody coughed at the back. She smirked at the signal she had received. It was time. She stepped gingerly on to the altar, facing the groom.
The man she had fallen in love with, the man who had made her forget the insanity of the world. She looked him in the eye, and saw a universe within. His heart was the only home she had ever known.
“Do you, Ryan, take thee Amanda to be your wife until death do you part?”
“I do.”
“Do you, Amanda, take thee Ryan to be your husband until death do you part?”
“I do.”
“You may now kiss the bride.”
The audience cooed as the young couple merged their lips together to symbolize this holy union. Suddenly, the cooing turned into horror-filled gasps as they noticed the blood spurting out of Ryan’s neck. He stepped away from Amanda and clutched his neck, only to feel the blood gushing out.
Aghast, he was only able to whisper “Why?” before he fell to his death.
“I needed the money.” Amanda said to his corpse, before briskly walking out of her wedding. The guests were too shocked and confused to stop her. She felt a twinge of regret for having fallen in love with Ryan, but thoughts of the fifty million waiting for her in her brand-new penthouse wiped the regret away. Death had done them part.
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