she became an angel even before she realized she was dead. She was in her white gown, all ready to walk down the carpet spread with petals and promises where her man stood at the destination with soft eyes, then all of a sudden an invisible force pulled the back of her shoulders and lifted her off her feet - before she could even slip a goodbye, the division was set.
he was still standing, waiting for someone to turn around the corner, face veiled mysteriously with an answer ever so clear. The passageway lay uninterrupted and wide, he wanted to see the tail of her dress collecting dust down the path, count the steady rhythm of her high heels muffled by the thick carpet fur. he didn't know he was staring right at her, or rather through her, and that her satin gown was trailing before him, at a distance almost tickling his nose.
the photographer was crying while everyone sat with content faces and anticipation. she was in the upper right hand corner of the ballroom by the groom waiting to capture the moment of love's unity. she was waiting with her eyes in the viewfinder, trying to find the perfect framing, all whilst she saw the wailing bride floating before her fiance. then her tears dropped because the camera doesn't tell lies.
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