Heartscape Diaries

"I married the girl of my dreams , Forever"

**Warning: This book contains sensitive themes and graphic content. Reader discretion is advised.**

I am the happiest man in the world right now. In just two hours, I will marry the girl of my dreams. It's surreal to think that what began as the most annoying experience of my life has turned into the best thing that ever happened to me.

Let me take you back. She was the antithesis of everything I was. A quiet, studious girl with a small circle of quirky friends, while I was the popular guy everyone wanted to know. She was my victim, and I was her tormentor. Back then, I never imagined I could ever feel anything for her but disdain.

But something shifted over time. My teasing turned into conversations, our conversations turned into shared moments, and those moments blossomed into a profound love. I began to see her not as the awkward girl I once mocked but as the kind, intelligent, and beautiful woman she truly is. She became my confidante, my anchor, my everything.

To earn the blessing of her father, I worked tirelessly. I strived to get a stable job, to prove myself worthy of her. Every late night, every setback was for the chance to hear him say, "Yes, you can marry my daughter." When he finally did, it was one of the happiest moments of my life.

Seven years have passed since those school days. Today, our wedding is small but filled with memories. Friends and family are gathered, but there's an uneasy tension. They can't believe I'm marrying her. They know she's too good for me, too perfect.

I remember when she pointed out our wedding ring at a shop four years ago, her eyes sparkling with dreams. "This is going to be our ring," she said with a smile that could light up the darkest room. I bought it immediately, along with three more rings so she could always brag about our love. How adorable, how joyful she looked then.

As I dress, my father grabs my arm, his grip firm and desperate. "Why are you doing this? It's been years," he pleads, his eyes brimming with tears.

"Why? This is my life and my wife," I respond, gently pulling away from his grasp.

My father adored her, treating her like his own daughter. He saw in her the grace and kindness that took me years to recognize. His acceptance of her was unwavering, and it brought us closer as a family. But idk what happened to him all of a sudden .

I enter the hall, my heart racing, and there she is, dressed in the beautiful gown I chose for her, looking breathtakingly beautiful. But she's lying there, breathless, lifeless .  Today, she should have been walking down the aisle, but instead, she lies in her coffin.

Yes, it’s her funeral, and this is what makes it unique and heartbreaking. Today, I will bond with her forever, even in death.

With trembling hands, I approach her. My tears blur my vision as I slip the ring onto her cold finger, whispering, "I love you." I know she is the happiest she could ever be, wherever she is now.

My voice breaks as I speak to her one last time. "You were my world, my everything. I can't imagine a life without you. I promised you forever, and that's what I'll give."

I take the poison from my pocket, my heart aching with a bittersweet love. As the liquid burns down my throat, I feel an overwhelming sense of peace. The room starts to blur, and my body feels heavy, but my heart feels light. I've kept my promise. Today, I marry my wife. My final breath escapes my lips as I collapse beside her, my hand resting on hers. We are together again, forever, just as we always dreamed.I lay down beside her, holding her hand. My vision blurs, but I feel content. I married the girl of my dreams. Forever.