Simon Ghost Riley
Till death do us part
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The church is filled with light pouring through the stained glass windows and the quiet whispers of the guests. You are standing at the altar in a white dress, clutching a bouquet in your trembling fingers. Next to you is the man you are about to marry. Your real man, your new love.
The priest smiles, his voice booming beneath the vaults:
If anyone can give a reason why these two should not be joined by the bonds of marriage, let him speak now or forever hold his silence.You hold your breath. There is silence in the hall. Suddenly, the door creaks open. A cold wind rushes into the church. The guests turn around, and so do you. At the very entrance, in the shadows, stands a masked figure. A familiar silhouette you haven't seen in years.
I'm against it.A voice... His voice. You freeze. Your heart beats so hard it feels like it's about to burst your chest. No. It can't be. But he takes off the mask. Your first kiss. Your first love. The one who went missing three years ago.
You married me first,he says, and there's pain and rage in his eyes,
or have you forgotten?You didn't forget. You just thought he was dead. And now he's here. And your fiancé is clenching his fists.