The Saints' Trilogy: Book Three
𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐃𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐲 𝐅𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐉𝐞𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐫𝐲 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐞𝐟
Katya Markova had her innocence ripped away from her and then her life was destroyed. It all led to her developing the dangerous addiction that is steal...
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I hold the tissue up to each of my eyes so that it soaks in the tears that keep threatening to fall.
It's my wedding day.
I'm all ready. I have on a very simple but elegant white dress that I randomly chose. I didn't want to shop for a wedding dress or really look for one because I don't care. Boris still had someone pick me up and force me to choose one, so I did.
I very honestly look beautiful on the outside but on the inside, I feel like shit. I feel so disgusting, sad, angry, and just so many negative emotions. My body is so full of them that I feel like I'm going to explode in this wedding dress at any moment now.
A lady was hired to do my makeup. She did amazing and I look gorgeous, but I don't look like myself. I look like a completely different person. Almost like I have a mask on and it's quite scary to look at myself. This all feels so wrong and fake which is exactly what it is.
A small knock on the door snaps my attention away from the mirror. I look behind me to see my two best friends enter. They're in gowns and look as beautiful as ever but they also don't seem to be happy with this stupid mistake I am about to commit.
They both immediately walk toward me and pull me into big and comforting hugs. All the comfort and support from them is very well received from me but no amount of comfort is ever going to make me feel better about anything. I'll never forgive myself for how things went with Amado, and I'll never forgive myself for the things I have put the people I love through.
"Please talk. You don't have to do this, Katya." Gianna tells me gently when pulling away from the hug and staring at my face.
"Leonid and Akim are ready to end this if we order them to. You just have to say the word." Morelia adds in and the concerned, worried, and desperate expressions on their faces is only making me feel more guilty and sad.
All I want to do is cry and literally drown in my own tears.
"I really can't." I repeat what I have said to them before many times already.
There is suddenly another knock on the door and Gianna walks over to open it. I hear her tell someone to fuck off before coming back to me.
"It's time for you to head out to the ceremony." She informs me and my stomach churns at the thought of how close I am to basically ending my life.
I slightly nod taking in a shaky breath and trying my absolute hardest to not burst into tears. I can't cry at least not until this is all over and I am alone.
"Would you like us to walk you down the aisle?" Morelia offers and I lightly smile.
I remember that we all agreed that they would walk me down the aisle someday if I got married and I stopped showing love to only shiny rocks.
I slightly shake my head. "This isn't an important day to me, so I think I'll just walk alone."
They each give me warm and light smiles before pulling me into more hugs and giving me kisses on the head.
