CHAPTER 164: Memories That Hurt

AURORA-

A white dress, drenched in my sweat, a white suit, drenched in his sweat. Both of us panting as we managed to escape the fashion show.

We forgot to click photos, but made memories as our bodies collided. As our soul became one and a sacred bond formed under the light of the stars.

That white dress, drenched with my blood, that white suit, drenched with his blood. A knife through our chest and the sacred bond severed.

This was all I could remember as Azrael handed me over the photos. Memories he clicked, memories he triggered and I threw them away on floor.

A wedding gown reminds me that I will never wear it, I can wear it. Because I see happiness walking away from me.

My hands are sweaty, my grip is loose and I can’t hold on it. My dreams are fake and because they can never make it into reality.

I see the photos of us smiling as we storm through the ramp, where has that smile gone? Where is has that time gone? When we confided in each other and now we hide from each other?

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