Clandestine | 18+

31~ The Child Dreams

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The Walls- Chase Atlantic
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"Lies and lies can turn into truths when you think you lie but are unknowingly telling the truth."
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It was one day before my wedding. My skin was burning hot, Arine was holding my upper arm, and we were entering the bridal shop for the last time this week.

"Estelle, are you sure?" Arine whispered on my ear as we passed through the door.

I rolled my shoulders back, something Pierce always does, something he won't even have the capability to do after tomorrow.

"Yeah, I am. Why wouldn't I be?" I said while smiling at the woman in front of me which will help me get into my dress.

"Ookay." Said Arine while holding the "O" longer.

"Ah! Dear Estelle! Here to try the dress for the last time?" Her high pitched voice literally could compete with my fake one.

"Yes!" I said with excitement, but inside I was burning.

"Good, come with me." She curled her two fingers to tell me to follow her.

I followed suit and entered the dressing room. As I removed my clothes and wore the dress, I called her in to help me close the zipper.

"Bellissima." She muttered to herself as I got out of the dressing room and went in front of a mirror.

"Oh my god, Estelle." Arine whispered while staring at my dress.

Everything around me felt not real. The shop, the bright lights, the white flowers all around, this dress I'm wearing.

This dress.

This dress that is unfortunately beautiful, sleeveless, strapless, with a white corset making my waist enhanced, little diamonds following two straight lines on the sides. Where the corset ends, the puffy design starts, with thick fabric that flows all around me, falling on the ground and behind me, following me as I walk. It also had little diamonds, to shine under the sun.

It hurt. It hurt seeing myself in this dress, because no matter how much I could deny it, I couldn't deny the fact that I dreamt of seeing myself in this type of dress since I was little.

It burned in my soul and spread all around my body, how little me would smile looking at this dress, maybe cry, knowing her dream of true love was finally fulfilled.

But it wasn't. It never would. Because I was marrying a man I would kill on the night of my marriage.

"Estelle? Estelle?!" Arine's voice got me out of my head.

"It's okay, women always get lost in their thoughts in their wedding dresses. I get it, it's such bliss!" The happy woman who helped me into my dress said.

Her ginger hair fell on her shoulders, her blue eyes more happy than mine while looking at me.

Arine went and touched her shoulder, and whispered something in her ear. She nodded and left. Seemed like she told her to leave us alone.

"You look beautiful." She whispered while looking at me.

"Arine." My voice was a warning, a plea.

"No, I won't stop. Because you do. And you have a chance in this marriage. We didn't get a chance to talk two weeks ago on your couch. I saw how he looked at you." Her voice softened.

"Don't talk anymore." I warned her as my hand clenched around the fabric of the dress.

"No. Because what do you even win when you kill him? Nothing."