No sunflowers tonight
It was half past noon. Thirty minutes and he was nowhere to be found. What was this, the Hangover? He'll be here. Even as she thought this, she didn't know if she really believed it. It was all she could do to keep from crying. Amazing the way that holding back tears can drain you. A curl came down and hung in her face, but she didn't bother to move it.
The girls had gone to look for him and she was alone. Her greatest fear might be unfolding in front of her. Great, I can already feel my eyes getting puffy. Maybe it was the corset, or maybe it was the stuffy room, but she felt it suddenly harder to breathe. All of the things that could go wrong today played in her mind. The only one that really irked her played over and over. She walks down the aisle and he is still nowhere to be found.
She could feel the first drop slide down her face and saw it in slow motion as it hit the floor. Maybe if I just sit down. It was harder to do than she thought it'd be. She'd be lucky to get back up now. The clock on the wall taunted her. Tick tock. Tick tock. She couldn't exactly explain the feeling had somebody asked. All she knew was with every second that passed by, she sank deeper into this newfound depression. She didn't know what she'd do if he didn't show.
Why would he do this to her? If he was going to bail, he could have told her before today. Before now. Here she was, dressed like a jester about to be hung because the king no longer wanted him. She could see herself in the mirror on the far corner, distorted a bit. White dress, makeup to perfection, beautiful necklace. All of it for what? In vain? Maybe she was too hopeful.
The girls had gone to look for him and she was alone. Her greatest fear might be unfolding in front of her. Great, I can already feel my eyes getting puffy. Maybe it was the corset, or maybe it was the stuffy room, but she felt it suddenly harder to breathe. All of the things that could go wrong today played in her mind. The only one that really irked her played over and over. She walks down the aisle and he is still nowhere to be found.
She could feel the first drop slide down her face and saw it in slow motion as it hit the floor. Maybe if I just sit down. It was harder to do than she thought it'd be. She'd be lucky to get back up now. The clock on the wall taunted her. Tick tock. Tick tock. She couldn't exactly explain the feeling had somebody asked. All she knew was with every second that passed by, she sank deeper into this newfound depression. She didn't know what she'd do if he didn't show.
Why would he do this to her? If he was going to bail, he could have told her before today. Before now. Here she was, dressed like a jester about to be hung because the king no longer wanted him. She could see herself in the mirror on the far corner, distorted a bit. White dress, makeup to perfection, beautiful necklace. All of it for what? In vain? Maybe she was too hopeful.