The beginning of a story.

Nick

Nick stood with both hands by his side as he watch the white trail of the wedding dress disappear. His face was frozen in disbelieve as he stood at the alter in his black suit. The crowd of loved and dear ones let whispers of shock out along the neatly laid rows.  No one wore a smile. No one understood. No one left where they were sitting.

Lily

Lily clutched her hands to her ears as a tear trickled down her cheek and onto her elbow. The tear left a shimmering trail as it travelled further down her arm. She opened her mouth and began to pant with disbelief. She let out one high pitched scream and broke into sobs that formed a regular pattern. Her shoulders lifted and dropped as each heartbreaking breath was made. 

She looked up at the sky, it blurred with her watery eyes. She took her hands down from her ears and with one boney finger she brushed a tear that was beginning to break free from her glistening eyes. She sniffed a tiny and went silent. There was a cool breeze that made a low rustling noise and you could hear the faint sound of a busy road not too far away. She stood there still and after a moment or two she sneezed. She sniffed another two times and sat down. Putting her beautiful clean white wedding dress straight into a rain puddle of thick, brown, dusty mud. The dress turned a murky grey-brown colour and immediately was dampened. The white silk was ruined.

Lily took two fingers from her right hand and smoothed the wet dress into the earthy mud. Silent tears ran down her rosy cheeks. Her lips were red and her eyes glistened. She truly was stunning when she cried.

Her waterproof makeup was still perfectly applied. And her tiny figure, although depressed, was slouched in perfect posture.

Nick

Nick listened to the crowd disperse without saying a word. He stood in the same position with his arms down still staring at the door in the exact spot where his bride had ran out on him. To everyone around him it were as if he had died inside. As if he wasn't even breathing. He was as still as a frozen ice sculpture. And his expression was as cold as one too. Lily's father stood shocked a few spaces away but other than him, the room was now empty. Lily's father scratched his head in thought and began to pace in small circles sighing to himself. He shot a glance at Nick who hadn't moved an inch. Then he returned his eyes to the ground and began to pace again.

Lily

Lily calmed down and her tears became silent. With one of her thin fingers she tucked loose bits of hair behind her ear. She the removed her vail and laid it into the puddle that she sat in. She watched it soak for a few seconds then lost interest and began creating ripples in the water by dragging her finger around in a circle in the muddy puddle. After a few moments and after some thoughts were cleared up the tears stopped running down her face and she started to gaze into the nothingness of the forrest trees. She picked herself up and stood wearily for a moment. Then she used both her hands and gathered up her dress. She took off her garter and with it she bunched up the soaking wet patches and tied them to one side. She rubbed the last of the tears out of her eyes and could just about made out the outline of the church. Her eyes welled up again. She turned to face forwards and walked towards the church. Surely everyone must have left already.

-Eggy Mayers, wanna be writer.