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"Her dress was beautiful"

                   Wedding night! No, not mine, a friends, but still! I am the best man for my best friends wedding!!! But it isn't like it seems. It's about to be ruined by the mother of the bride. I actually don't know this yet so as the story goes on, we all are in the belief that the wedding will go smoothly.

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                  As the bride walks up the isle, her father on her arm, the crowd, as you will, gasps. We never actually got to SEE the dress. She looks BEAUTIFUL!! Her dress was black with lace flowing down her back and up her arms. Her groom had tears in his eyes, smiling at his soon-to-be wife with longing I never thought I would see in ANYONE before. She looked like the happiest person in the world as she made it to the altar. They said their vows and we were just about to finish when a rugged lady with hair sticking up in all directions yelled at them all to stop. It was the bride's mother. She snatched her daughters hand and screamed that her daughter was to NOT marry this "scoundrel" and was leaving. We all started to protest, some with more filter then others. Soon enough, the bride was returned to the alter and the mother was dragged away while yelling extremely obscene profanities about the groom and his family. We all were in shock when we noticed a bullet fly from where the mother was carried away. I did the one thing I new I had to do... I jumped in front of the bullet before it could hit the groom. Blinding lights exploded in front of my vision as I collapsed to the ground. Screams... That's all I could hear, screams of my name echoing through the darkness.

                 "Thomas!! Thomas, please!! Talk to me! Don't die on me on my wedding PLEASE!!!" My best friend Dylan said, shaking me. I tried to talk but all that came out was a sputtered cough, obviously carrying blood with it. "No... c'mon.... why?!? WHY!?!?!? Thomas please.... Tommy. Please, Tommy. Please." (A/N: sorry, I had to, I'm going to hell)

                 "Dyl-" I coughed out. "Dylan... I-I-I-I have no regrets. Get your ass married, you-" coughing again. "you deserve that." light, blinding light spilled into my vision and I knew I was dying. I had to tell him one last thing though... My last words were...

             "Tell your wife h-h-her dress was beautiful."