"You ruined everything," you cry out.
And there you stood, next to someone you hated. Or loved.
And there he stood.
The counterpart to yourself.
He stood there with no remorse.
Utterly unapologetic.
Oh, how you hated him.
With his brooding secrets.
How dare he. How dare he storm here, professing a speech for your love.
It made your blood boil.
You run outside in the rain.
Pouring down, just like your tears.
Why? Why you? Why now? You hated him. But why did you love him?
"You ruined your mother's gown."
Your eyes shot angrily down resting upon the once white dress that sparkled in frosted brilliance, which was now caked in clumps of sopping mud.
Your anger had clouded the clarity of your setting and situation.
Incapable of comprehending the vows he announced inside the church, before you at the altar with another, you fled...and he followed.
And now, here you stood, lost in the outdoors, with the summer rains mimicking your anger and tears.
Oh, how you hated him.
"I hate you! I hate you! I hate you!... I love you?"
Oh, those damned words.
How dare you love him. You hated him.
How dare he smile towards you?
Unable to comprehend your hate towards them. Acting as if it were a phase. It wasn't.
You scream your anger to the sky and collapse to the muddy ground, sobbing.
You pound your fist on the ground, like a child.
Mud is everywhere.
You don't care about your mother's gown. It was ruined anyway when you left the altar.
Yet he stands there.
Watching you.
No comfort in his eyes.
Just pity.
No guilt.
You glare at him through your tears.
How dare he feel no guilt. No sorrow. No regret.
Nothing.
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Collection Of Dark POVs. Vol. 1
Short Story''Darling, if your looks could kill, this ballroom would suffer a massacre,'' he mutters, the corners of his lips lifting. You smirk. ''Ah, but where's the fun in doing it that way.''
