Timeless

(I don't know why I like to write stuff like this. I also wrote this while feeling immense pain and sadness so I suppose this is a way of venting out my own emotions. I haven't written anything, or rather, posted anything in a very long time so please cut me some slack. Left this open to everyone's imagination and didn't write any names but you can imagine who I was thinking of while writing. Again, I apologize for such crude writing but forgive me. I'm trying to get into writing again.)

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Today shouldn't have been the day I died.

I should have gotten married today to the person I thought I loved the most. To the person I had trusted my life with. Instead I lay under the white canopy covering the altar, my white robe stained with red. My chest heaved as I gasped for air that my lungs couldn't receive.

The sounds of chaos filled my ears as everyone stumbled to get out of the open field the wedding had been taking place in. A few caring souls scurried to me in an attempt to drag me out of the field but the look on their already pale faces made me realize that I couldn't be saved.

All I could do was watch them as they ran away, saving their own lives. I didn't blame them. I could hardly move my head to watch the chaos around me but even then I could still feel warm tears slide down my cheeks. I was as dead as the flowers that I had crushed underneath me when I collapsed.

"Such a sad fate for someone who had done so much for those around her. I would have thought your death of old age...not betrayal."

The disembodied voice that haunted my dreams spoke to me. It was as though he was in the open meadow with me.

"Funny....you who I killed....are my only company now."

Everyone that had been attending my wedding had left. Leaving the meadow empty except for my dying self. I managed to move my head to look up at the sky, it was a beautiful day. The sun was high in the bright blue sky with no clouds in sight.

"I am sorry."

The same voice that had called out to me before spoke once more.

"Sorry for what?" my voice was hoarse now, It was getting harder to keep my eyes open. All I wanted was to sleep now, even if it was just for a little bit.

"For leaving you to this hell."

I managed to smile at the words. "My life is...was...a living hell. This is nothing new to me."

"Yet you still manage to smile in your state. Even after the man you thought you loved stabbed you in the heart."

What would have been a laugh from me came out as a gurgling choke, blood flowing from my mouth. "It seems that love was never for me."

"Not in this life, no. Are you suffering?"

The deep voice was like a warm blanket to my cold body. The sun may have been at its highest but it brought me little warmth.

"Yes and no." When my husband-to-be had stabbed my heart I had pulled the blade away from my chest without thinking. There was pain at first, blossoming across my chest but whether it was from the knife or the betrayal I couldn't figure out.

"I am sorry."

The voice repeated, this time his voice held a pain of its own.

"This wasn't your fault. You warned me and I didn't listen, like always it is my fault." The sun was becoming unnaturally bright, almost as though it was trying to make up for the warmth it couldn't give me.