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Short Story - A Day To Forget
1 ReviewsThe day of a wedding arrives, and it would seem that all is going very well for everyone. Except one man.
He watched her walk down the aisle. She wore a long flowing cream wedding dress. It was corseted at her chest, no straps covered her tanned shoulders, and when the fabric got to her waist, the corset ended, and flowing material fell past her waist and spun out around her trailing back for what seemed like miles. Standing at the far end of the aisle, he watched slowly as the stunning young lady made his way towards him. A heavy sigh escaped him, as he watched in awe at the only lady he'd ever loved. If he could have cried, he would, but tears failed him.
Her walk along the aisle took what felt like forever, each step closer was a minute through time. As she arrived at the front of the aisle, she took the hand of her soon to be husband. Her fiancée held onto her hand and leaned in to kiss her gorgeous cheek. The man who had been there since 6 in the morning finally cried out in pain. No one would hear. No one heard ghosts.
It had been almost four years since Toby had passed away. His death was not sudden. For months he had suffered with a disease that the doctors could not diagnose. For months, the lady in the beautiful dress waited on him. Months ever after did Toby watch over her. Life went on. Silence fell around the ghost, who was sat on the altar right in front of the bride and groom. He had a clear sight of everything. He was still in the clothes he'd been buried with, and in a moment of pain, he stood to his feet and walked around the bride, until he was close behind her. He was truly in his own world. For many years, before and after his passing, he'd dreamed of a day like this. He would be the happiest man alive.
Another silent heavy sigh escaped him, and he shifted a hand to hover on her wrist from behind her. A slight shudder ran through her at that point, and he moved his hand away. She was thinking about him? Ghostly eyes falling to the floor, he collapsed behind the two. For the duration of the bridal service, he sobbed. As the newly wedded couple turned, her gaze fell to where the ghost lingered. The ghost returned her stare, but in a second, they were walking almost through him toward the door. Pain filled him. He wasn't sure what part of him hurt. So many people had said when he lay in that hospital bed dying, that at least the pain would cease when it was all over. No one ever told him that the pain of the soul and the heart goes on forever. She'd promised to think of him forever. He'd told her to move on, and not to think of him when she found someone new. Now, seeing her getting married to the man who would... live with her until the end of her days... be the father to her children, support her throughout life. He'd told her a lie.
The gathering of people soon left the small church. He'd been buried here, and watched his own funeral from the pyres. He'd watched the same girl who was smiling radiantly sob uncontrollably in the same church. His eyes shut, shut out what was real and untouchable to him. When he opened his eyes... The world had changed; there was no longer cold stone floor to keep him ugly company, or remnants of strong perfume from the wedding guests. There were only reams of white. Standing to his feet, he understood.
For all the years his love had been unhappy, he had stayed put to keep his caring eyes on her. Now... Now that she was happy, and finally he believed, she had seen him hunched on the floor crying. He was free. Turning to look around, his thoughts left him. He wondered why he had been crying, and then forgot about the wedding. He soon forgot the pain inside his soul, and slowly walked toward the large golden gates he'd doubted during life, the minute he'd passed through those gates. The pain ended.
Her walk along the aisle took what felt like forever, each step closer was a minute through time. As she arrived at the front of the aisle, she took the hand of her soon to be husband. Her fiancée held onto her hand and leaned in to kiss her gorgeous cheek. The man who had been there since 6 in the morning finally cried out in pain. No one would hear. No one heard ghosts.
It had been almost four years since Toby had passed away. His death was not sudden. For months he had suffered with a disease that the doctors could not diagnose. For months, the lady in the beautiful dress waited on him. Months ever after did Toby watch over her. Life went on. Silence fell around the ghost, who was sat on the altar right in front of the bride and groom. He had a clear sight of everything. He was still in the clothes he'd been buried with, and in a moment of pain, he stood to his feet and walked around the bride, until he was close behind her. He was truly in his own world. For many years, before and after his passing, he'd dreamed of a day like this. He would be the happiest man alive.
Another silent heavy sigh escaped him, and he shifted a hand to hover on her wrist from behind her. A slight shudder ran through her at that point, and he moved his hand away. She was thinking about him? Ghostly eyes falling to the floor, he collapsed behind the two. For the duration of the bridal service, he sobbed. As the newly wedded couple turned, her gaze fell to where the ghost lingered. The ghost returned her stare, but in a second, they were walking almost through him toward the door. Pain filled him. He wasn't sure what part of him hurt. So many people had said when he lay in that hospital bed dying, that at least the pain would cease when it was all over. No one ever told him that the pain of the soul and the heart goes on forever. She'd promised to think of him forever. He'd told her to move on, and not to think of him when she found someone new. Now, seeing her getting married to the man who would... live with her until the end of her days... be the father to her children, support her throughout life. He'd told her a lie.
The gathering of people soon left the small church. He'd been buried here, and watched his own funeral from the pyres. He'd watched the same girl who was smiling radiantly sob uncontrollably in the same church. His eyes shut, shut out what was real and untouchable to him. When he opened his eyes... The world had changed; there was no longer cold stone floor to keep him ugly company, or remnants of strong perfume from the wedding guests. There were only reams of white. Standing to his feet, he understood.
For all the years his love had been unhappy, he had stayed put to keep his caring eyes on her. Now... Now that she was happy, and finally he believed, she had seen him hunched on the floor crying. He was free. Turning to look around, his thoughts left him. He wondered why he had been crying, and then forgot about the wedding. He soon forgot the pain inside his soul, and slowly walked toward the large golden gates he'd doubted during life, the minute he'd passed through those gates. The pain ended.
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