Epilogue

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I run my hand along the wall, sadness gripping my heart. I had lost her here, lost her, lost her, lost her. It seemed to echo through my head. Seven years...seven. I'm older now...almost twenty four....I still miss her. "(Y/N)? You're supposed to be in the dressing room!" A familiar voice snapped me out of my thoughts. "I'm coming Liz," I turn and walk down the hall, ready to move on. I undress, then open the bag. A beautiful dress was there, hand picked by Liz. I take a deep breath and slip it over my head, its long skirts touching my bare feet. The red heels that go with it didn't look very comfortable....I put them back on the table. My red dress rustled as I opened a little box... A tiara was wrapped in velvet. I place it on my head, butterflies forming in my stomach. I pick up my bouquet of red, white, and black roses. I hear a wedding march start up. Just like we rehearsed. I saw Liz up by the alter, her purple dress light against everyone else's deep red. My own was a ruby color. Then I saw him. I start down the aisle, my bare feet making no noise. I walk up the steps and find my self next to him. "You look beautiful," the love of my life was still wearing his mask, but I know he was grinning like a fool. He had on nice pants and a black hoodie and a red tie. "You too," I replied, not listening to the preacher (*koff* *koff*  Slendy  *koff*). I hardly her him as he says something. "I do," my love said. I couldn't hear him, the blood was rushing through my ears. I notice everyone looking at me. Liz gave me a thumbs up. "I do," the crowd cheers. "I pronounce you man and Wife. You may now kiss," Slendy said. I lift up his mask. "I love you, Hoodie," I say. "I love you too," he said, and kissed me.
                           The End

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