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Woman in White

10

I ran.

My feet pounded against the pavement as my dress swirled in the wind. My hands held my pair of designer, pure white heels that belonged on my feet.

9

I glanced quickly behind me, scanning the crowd for a certain person that I knew wasn't following me.

I had to get away; far, far away from that church.

8

I had left the minute I understood his final words to me and his strange behavior around himself and his tux before the ceremony was to start.

7

This was my last chance to get away.

6

I guess I had always known there was something strange about him. I was never in love with him. I was in love with love. All my friends were getting married... And... I wanted to fit in.

5

The city blocks blurred in my mind as the pedestrians watched me, a woman flying down Rudolph Boulevard in a designer wedding dress, in curiousity.

4

I finally reached the hotel, and I skipped up the stairs two-at-a-time. I made it to the suite and pulled up a chair to sit and wait.

3

Wait.

2

I stood with my bare feet on end and my delicate cream fan pressed against the rustic window. I had to cover my mouth with a gloved hand to bite down on my cries of warning.

1

The bomb went off and every noise was silenced.

My head was spinning.

I didn't feel a thing.

And to think, it had all started with one simple, yet heart-wrenching sentence:

"I love you, Elise. I'm sorry, I'm just- I'm so sorry. I sincerely wish it didn't have to end like this. I hope you survive it."

Then, the man of my dreams broke down in tears.

The very same man who blew up London.

I do realize this makes no sense, so yeah.

Jewelry 🌞