Her wedding was exquisite. Yellow and pink flowers adorned the church as well as the perfectly placed curls of her bridesmaids.
The mother of the groom watched as her son waited excitedly for his future wife, then watched as he yelled in agony for his bride that never made it down the aisle.
There were tears in her eyes and a bullet in her head.
No one expected this to happen, not even the shooter. He was just a heartbeat off in his aim, and because of this, his heart broke.
She, his best friend and the woman he loved with every inch of his terrified soul, was not the target.
Only a misfire, he told himself, shaking his head in horror as he sat in the loft of the church.
Nothing could have prepared the hit-man for the look on the groom's face as he held his bride's head in his hands. He couldn't hear or feel the men that carried him away to the police car. He could only hear the wails of a man who did an evil thing long ago, but whom loved a woman that lay dying right in his arms.
A mere miscalculation caused the pain and panic that swelled in the sanctuary of that church, and in the hit-man's very own chest.
She was not the target.
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What A Beautiful Wedding: A Short Story
Short Story•Love can't stop bullets• This is a short story I wrote a long time ago and It was the first completed piece I had ever really written that wasn't for school. Thank you so much for reading! (completed) Trigger Warning!!⚠️ This story talks about ra...
