𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐒𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐒✓

three

LILITH

Calm rain poured down on us. There was no wind or lightning piercing through the air. Just a peaceful rain soaking the cold ground. The sky was dark, the clouds concealing the sun from laying its warmth on our skin.

It was one of those days where you could feel the earth resting. It was quiet even though it was raining.

Today was Sebastian's funeral.

I would have never imagined that I was going to end up a widow at such a young age. I never even imagined that I was going to be married at such age.

When I was young, it was not something I wanted for myself. Even now, the idea of marriage didn't seem appealing to me. And Sebastian confirmed my fears. The fear of being unloved by the person you live with.

Now he was gone and I felt nothing.

I thought that maybe I was going to feel the tiniest bit of sadness but I just couldn't. The guilt was tearing me from inside. I should be devastated now that my husband was being lowered into the ground, yet I felt some kind of relief.

I wasn't going to hear his hurtful words anymore. The ones that made me cover my scars. The ones that brought back painful memories. The ones that kept me awake at night, wondering if I was ever going to experience the little love I craved.

I craved for someone to hold me in their hands and tell me that I was enough. I was good at hiding it but deep down I was still the broken little girl that got rescued from my kidnappers. The same little girl that was scared to let people in.

It was terrifying to feel this way. To be completely alone in this cruel world.

I stood still, my hands clasped in front of me. The black veil of my pillbox hat, was covering the side of my face that was scared.

I focused my gaze on my black shoes. The dress I had was folded around my body and the suit jacket was shielding me from the chill air. I hated wearing black. But today I was wrapped with it.

The small drops of rain landed on my hands and I moved my eyes to the wedding band I was still wearing.

"Do you Lilith Sanders, take Sebastian Irvine to be your lawfully wedded husband?" The officiant asked.

I struggled to breathe as the veil was concealing some of my sight. Sebastian said that I shouldn't take off my veil at the altar. I knew well why that was.

He didn't want people to see my scars. He was ashamed of me.

"Yes." I said quickly and closed my eyes shut when I heard the guests clap loudly.

I let out a quiet breath and fisted my hands, the nails digging into my palms.

"Do you Sebastian Irvine, take Lilith Sanders to be your lawfully wedded wife?" The question was now pointed to the man who stood tall in front of me.

I have met Sebastian couple of times before we got engaged. It was usually at family meet ups. He was not bad looking but he was definitely not a nice person. At least from what I was able to see and hear from him.

"I do." He spoke, his voice void from any emotion. I must not be that hard for him. His life wasn't going to change as much. I was the one to move in with strangers. I was the one who had to adapt to a different life.

The one where I'm completely on my own.

"I pronounce you a husband and wife. You may now kiss the bride." People started to cheer.