Set For Marriage

chapter seventeen

Your pov

Once we were back in the underworld i pushed Vivtor hard enough to make him fall "you lied to me, just to get back to that woman, who didn't even want you!" I yelled as he stood up. "Don't you understand? I was supposed to marry her" he spoke as he took a step toward me "no! You're married to me! You put the ring on my finger, not hers" i felt tears stream down my face

"I'm sorry. It just won't work, you and i" i turned around as i wiped the teaes away "why? Its because im decaying and you're fresh, isn't it? I wore my fathers wedding suit for you!" "No, you look...lovely and the suit too. Listen, under different circumstances, well, who knows? But we're just too different, i mean, you're dead" he told me

"you should have thought about that before you asked me to marry you" i looked down, i just stopped crying "why can't you understand. It was a mistake. I would never marry you" my cold, still heart sank as he said that.

I took my ring off and threw it at him "go marry her then, unless she doesn't want you, just like how you don't want me. I should've known, who would want to love me when i was alive and who would after im dead"

With that, i walked away, leaving him in the tower. I took my coat off and put it over my arm while walking. I walked down an alley way to a place i always sit when i want to be alone.

I walked over to my chair and sat down "perhaps he does belong with her...or at least with a living person. Someone with rosy cheeks, warm skin...a beating heart." I sighed as i put the coat next to me and looked at it. "I wear my own suit, i get killed, i wear my fathers suit, he doesn't love me. Maybe im just better off alone..."

Under different circumstances...he means alive...

...What if i was alive?