'Now, you may kiss the bride', said the priest.
I felt a light peck beside my lips, which was seen as a kiss to the people, who gave a big round of applause with all the smiles on their faces.
It might seem as a sanctioned beautiful wedding but, no...
'You're not alone, you are alone You're not alone, you are alone
Oh-oh, oh-oh Oh-oh Oh-oh, oh-oh Oh-oh, oh-oh
You're not alone, you are alone You're not alone, you are alone You're not alone, you are alone You're not alone, you are alone'
These above lyrics of the song, "You are alone" by "The Flaming Lips", does suits this chapter:) But also, Alone by Alan Walker speaks a thousand words.
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"So here's the thing with broken hearts. No matter how you try, the pieces never fit the way they did before."
~Ariana Reines
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Skylar's P.O.V
I was always in the denial mode on how I wasn't broken and could heal myself and also could come out of anything possible. Yesterday's conversations and scenarios shook me in every way possible. I got to see the vulnerability within me. I was broken and no one could change this actual fact.
Whomever I trusted, they all backstabbed me. I trusted Peter but, he cheated on me. I was in this created fuss just because of Samantha. I ofcourse forgave her but, it's just- the situation always reminds me of it. I love my bestfriend but, sometimes it gets hard for me to forget everything.
I trusted Christopher, infact fell in love with him and with his generosity. But, what I got in return was a slap of divorce papers on my face. Sometimes, I miss my mom and wonder how she would have been their on my side, no matter what.
Whomever I loved and gave them a place in my heart, they all got snatched away from me within the blink of an eye. It hurts. It really really hurts. I miss my mom. The funniest part of my miserable life is that, I never got to see my mom. She was snatched away from me, the moment we both walked down the footpath to cross the road that day.
I wonder if I look the same as a grown up as her. How I wished to die at my mom's place and not her instead. And since that day, everything felt chaos and nothing seemed to be better. I always had nightmares about that day, about that harsh accident. The story about that accident is for an other day to reveal, not now.
