A Tale of True Love

She looked at her reflection one more time. Beautiful. She must admit she looked good. Too good, maybe. Satisfied, she turned and slipped her feet into her black leather high heels. She then went to the dresser and grabbed her handbag before opening it to check if she had everything. She had. Smiling, she closed it and walked out of her room. As she passed by a small console table in the foyer, her hand went to retrieve a medium-sized purple envelope. She clutched it under her arm as her other hand moved to grasp a set of keys. She swept her surroundings with her eyes one last time before she stepped out of the door.

The drive to the place hadn't been a long one. Once there, she shifted the gear to park and quickly glanced at the digits displayed on the clock on the dashboard. She was early. She had plenty of time.

Everybody is here all right. She smiled bitterly to herself. Who would've missed what could've been the biggest event of the year? All of her friends, people she had known forever since she was really young were there. People she had known during college years were also there, even some people that she had only gotten to know in the later part of her life. She heaved a sigh of relief when she didn't see a sign of her sister nearby. She knew her sister must be there somewhere burie in the mass of people.

She stood and half listened to her friends' loud chatter.

"Oh my god! No way...."

"Yeah... and then.."

She heard only bits and pieces of their conversation.

"Potter. I must say that you look rather dashing in your outfit." She felt someone nudge her. "Black does suit you well. But - why the enormous sunglasses?"

"Oh my god! Pacey - you're right. I haven't really noticed that. What's with the black widow apparel, Joey?"

She feigned laughter and told them in a nonchalant voice "I just love black to death... Black is as good as my mood today."

All of them turned still at her words, and they observed her face with concerned eyes. "Oh stop it!" she screamed inwardly.

Thankfully, she didn't have to stay there for too long. As the music started playing, a woman approached them. "We're about to start. Would you kindly please take your seat?"

Through out the whole thing she just sat on her seat starring blankly like she wasn't even there. Amidst her mind, she watched her whole entire life being played, from when she was still a happy little girl to when everything had started to fall apart for her.

The sound of clapping and cheering roughly awakened her from her musing. She stood up stoically from her seat and clapped her hands in a mechanical fashion, joining the crowd. Her head turned slowly toward the center of the aisle, and her sight fell on the two figures standing by the altar. There they are, the happy couple. It's okay - just in a few more minutes, this will all be over. At the thought, she couldn't suppress a smile from forming on her lips.

As the clapping continued, all of the guests were led out one by one by the ushers. She walked numbly passed the door and took the small silky pouch into her palm. She had a determined look in her face as her hand grabbed onto the strap of her purse tightly. All the guests, including her, stood lining both sides of the stairs outside the building. Then as the door opened, the newly wedded couple stood there showered in white flakes of rice thrown by the guests. She moved slowly toward them.

He looked at her with total confusion in his face. "Joey-." Without letting him finish, she thrust forward at him and jabbed the knife she was holding right into his heart. Blood. Bright red liquid sprayed all over her as she clung tightly unto his limp form.

"No one can have you. If I can't have you, then no one can. No one... No one, Dawson! Do you hear me? No one..." Shaking his body violently, she sobbed and shouted wildly not paying attention to the pandemonium she had just created. Hysterical screams from scrambling guests running in fear for their lives went by unnoticed by her as she gazed into his wide opened eyes staring ghostly at her. "You... you're too late," he stuttered coldly in a weak voice. He heaved his last breath, and with that his lifeless body slid out of her grasp to the floor in a loud thud.