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rainy days

We have planned for this; we have done this for months. But what we did not anticipate was the rain. The weather app did not tell us. And believe me, we checked. For days and days that lead up to the wedding, it was all clear skies and a sunny day.

But when the day finally came, everything changed. She knew it when she got out of bed even before she looked out the window. She could feel it in her bones that something was up. And it was not the chill or the sound of thunder that gave it away, it was that feeling nagging in the back of her head.

This was not right. Was it? Crap. Was she truly not ready for this wedding after months and months of planning?

Come on, we have been over this, it is just nerves. It will go away. Like every other thing. It will not rain on my parade, not today, not ever. Everyone has nerves before their wedding. Pre wedding jitters. You are prepared for this.

Turns out, she really was not. Weather represents feeling I guess, she felt happiest when she could feel the sun on my face and gloomiest when the darkest clouds hung over the sky. What a lie. She was enjoying it. She liked the rain. She liked the sound of thunder. She liked the dark clouds and gloomy sky with a slash of lightning over it all. But of all days, why today?

I mean, did rain always mean tragedy? Did the sun always mean happiness? Or did the stories novels and poems all lie?

She sits in the hair and makeup chair, glancing at the wedding dress hanging by my closet. The white wedding dress I had fitted months ago. It still fit perfectly. So, no matter how wrong this felt, deep down, some part must feel right, or the wedding dress will not fit right.

At exactly 10a.m., her bridesmaids waltz into the room, and the buzz of getting ready somehow distracts me a little. But she cannot help but think, should she have taken her mother's advice about marriage, the good advice that she just did not take?

And to quote, "Marriage is a dumb social construct, an ideology we must destruct. why must we validate the lovers? That is the mystery we must uncover. A promise for eternity, hope there is not infidelity. Known as wedlock or matrimony, when divorced you get alimony. Why do we show case intimacy, when we know, it's bound to get messy? It will get you places socially and raise your game politically. Social construct masked under a love, there is no other purpose that would serve. It's administrative convenience and for this I express my grievance"

Maybe marriage was not for everyone. And to realise this on her wedding day was a tragedy indeed. But what a shame, it is pouring outside, it is already ruined. Her ruining it further technically will not make any difference. Run away because that is such a clever idea.

But where would you run to, who would you run to? And in this rain, you are getting nowhere. But you would get nowhere either way if you trap yourself in a marriage, you do not want anyway.

In the theatres they often say the show must go on, but should the show really go on if the lead actress wants no part in it, when she is trying to break free, when she wants to fly but her wings are tied down, when all she wants is to scream at the top of her lungs as she drowns in her own wake, leaving death and destruction behind.

But the show goes on, because the lead actress stays, despite everything in her that is burning, screaming, yelling, crying, shouting at her to go. To run. As far as she can. Away from here. Away from all this. Away from this society.

She stays seated in the hair and makeup chair, as the stylists work around her, to create something beautiful, something stunning. A new her. A new person she cannot recognise in the mirror when it is done. This woman looks like she can do anything, she looks like she is ready for marriage, for love and for a lifetime of happiness. She does not feel like this woman, but she certainly looks the part.

She may not want to get married, but she looks like a happy bride. And after all that planning, who is she to disappoint. Who is she to disappoint her parents, her friends, his parents, his friends and most importantly, Him.

And so, she puts on the dress. That stunning beautiful white dress, the glow of the dress in the dressing room once again shing through, masking everything she is trying so hard to hide. And she puts a smile on her face. Now she looks the part. The part of a happy bride, like it was written exactly for her. And she plays the part to perfection, for the show must go on.

Obviously, the wedding venue is ruined by the rain, the tapestry and carefully put together structure torn down and blown over from the wind and rain. So, they move the venue indoors, somewhere more peaceful, quitter. But that does not stop the screaming inside her, it only gets louder as the surroundings quieten down.

Outside the chapel, she lets out a sigh, staring out the glass-stained windows at the rain. Like the rain inside her pours, the one outside does not cease. The organ starts to play a song that sounds like a death march, like she is about to march towards her death. This is the end of hr life as a Miss, and on to being a Mrs. Someone else's, no longer of her own mind body and spirit. The church doors swing open, and everyone stares. Two options, either walk down the aisle or turn and run out into the rain in the other direction never to show face again. She walks. Despite everything in her that says run, she walks. And the eyes all turn and stare at her, and the people gush and swoon.

Her eyes meet the ones on the other end of the aisle. And he smiles. She sighs and smiles back but keeps walking down anyway.

When she reaches the end, she hands her bouquet off to one of her bridesmaids. Let us just get this finished, the sooner, the better. and she holds off all emotion, determined to make it through the wedding.

"Repeat after me, I take you, to have and to hold from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish, until parted by death. This is my solemn vow."

She lets out a sigh. "I take you," But she is interrupted, by Him.

"You don't really want this do you?" He asks. Of course, he would. I do not know what to say. "You don't." he finishes.

She solemnly shakes her head. "No."

He nods with a sad smile. The twinkle in his eye is gone. With a sigh, he turns and faces the crowd. "There shall be no more wedding."

Before the gasps and murmurs begins, he pulls her out the backdoor of the chapel and we disappear upstairs, away from the prying eyes of the guests.

"I thought I would be the one to call off the wedding." she lets out a small chuckle once they are out of sight.

"So did I. But it seems that I'm not ready either." He lets out a shaky laugh.

She sighs. "We can't go back in there."

He shakes his head. "No, we can't."

"What other options do we have?" We could run.

"Run away with me," He says. The irony. The pieces falling right into place. She was always meant to run, just not alone. It was destined to be. She would run away, just with him instead.

A/N: this was actually for a school creative writing club thing where you respond to a song (linked above) and the story was derived from the lyrics of it rains on your wedding and i just decided to write about and internal monologue the shit out of it which ended up with this piece which i quite like to be honest. also its insane that ive been writing for like nearly five years okay that is just insane to think about omg.  as usual vote comment share besties thanks ilys. and yes again without the use of names because im trying to be more versatile and not just do romanogers but i didnt know what to post so lets pretend for a hot sec that its steve and nat my baes.