A Black Veiled Bride (An Andy Biersack Fan-Fic)

Prologue: Constance's P.O.V

I open my eyes to see the beautiful room of my house before me. I feel the warmth of my bed sheets and my quilt melt into my body. I feel my heavenly pillows, quite cloud-like, melt into my head.

I smile and roll over to find his beautiful face, his beautiful eyes looking at me, and his beautiful smile melt into me.

As I lay there and look into his eyes, I find what I've never found before. Deep in his eyes lie the answers I've been looking for.

His eyes smiled and filled with tears, I found hope, relief, tenderness, acceptance, and strong-willed love. The glint in his eyes showed me everything I needed to know.

His mouth smiled and told me all the unspoken words he had to say. Those words trapped inside the tears he choked back and the trembling smile before me did not need to be spoken. I understood every little thing he secretly wanted to know.

With that, I knew that my feelings for him were mutual. Then again, as I assess it more, I may be wrong. For his feelings for me may be stronger than I had imagined.