Beautiful In White

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Songs of melody. Songs love. It may be glorious for everybody, but not for Daphne Cubbitt—not anymore.

It was late winter of December, but it was more likely to be a Halloween on the go. The day of wearing a glamorous white dress, in which you would float down the aisle: the day of committing yourself to the one and only man of your life: the day in which you're exchanging vows together with your groom before the altar –is the day every woman like Daphne could ever experience in her life. Every woman in this world; except her.

The venue was white. Fascinating women dressed in pink: were holding baskets of flowers, were arranged properly along the doorway. While there were dazzling men in either black and white tuxedo. Decorated curtains, tables and chairs were sparking as they seemed to be dancing to the beat of an inspired song. The happy atmosphere was apparently mixed with tension. However, their smiles flashed and enlightened them with a great delight, telling the world, the overwhelming excellence and pride they felt in that very moment.

Alas! Look who was here. A sudden and brief noise awakened the graceful atmosphere. And at last, the most awaited event would finally start and it did begin. The graceful and oh, so sweet music played.  These elegant people started to more their feet slowly, and walked on the red carpet. From the bride's maids, made of honors, ring bearers and others, to the very lovely bride who flashed her biggest smile ever. While beside her, is her father who looked like crying, who seemed to be in tears of joy. Together they walked to meet her awesome groom waiting ahead.

Her father gazed at the groom for a moment, and took her daughter to be in this man's arms. And the couple walked before the altar, while her arm was locked into his.

You may now kiss the bride!

A round of applause awakened Daphne as she was standing in same look of the place.

She has just realized that her thighs were already aching. But she was fully aware that her heart that time was even more painful. She never noticed now, idiots she was, forcing herself to see the man of his life for the last time in this sucking moment, while witnessing the happiest day of the world. 

Tears tickled on her warm cheeks. And she knew nothing would ever change. She would just wipe her own tears and the pain would just come back every time.

Daydreaming is over. She said in her mind. That very moment, the bride walked down the aisle, she admits, she wished, she was that woman. She wished, she was that bride holding a bouquet of roses, while her arm was being locked by his. And she knew she was imagining she was that woman who was very beautiful in white. 

While her heart seemed to be crumpled by a big palm, she slowly walked away and had her farewell to the man she love.

As she stepped out of the church. She made a deep sigh, and the cold breeze touched her skin, end the wind's whistles, echoed in her ears. 

 Songs of melody. Songs of love. It sounds like a death march.  Her mind whispered, when a very familiar voice of a woman coming from her back echoed 

"Daphne!"

 She looked back... and with tears streaming down her cheeks, her heart skipped a beat.