Creative Response 1/29

There goes the bride.

He remembered staring into her eyes with a sort of reverie, their past flashing through his vision quickly and mercilessly. The day they first met. Her confession to him months afterwards, and him ignoring that confession while moving onto someone else. They were cut off for a year, until he realized his mistake, and sought her again. And she always took him back with that strange kindness he knew her for. He left time and time again, until one day she put her foot down and tried to take her heart back.

And that time, he stayed. He never returned her heart. 

So they were together for a long time, her completely devoted to him and him trying his best to learn the meaning of devotion. They never had kids; she wanted them. He didn't. She vowed to do anything and everything for him, and went with his wishes.

It was her mistake.

Now she was gone. He couldn't feel her any longer. It was over for him.

There goes the bride, as her blood and tears streamed down his face.