the boy of my dreams spun me around, my silky white dress flowed in a circle as we laughed.

he always knew how to make me happy in dark times.

he spoke with the same calming voice he always used.

“may death do us part” he spoke with his stupid smirk and his cute dimples.

i returned the words.

“may death do us part.” i spoke indefinitely.

a scream could be heard from the woods beside us.

he told me to stay by the roses as he went to check it out.

and so i waited

and waited.

and waited.

my back hunched over as I plucked flowers from the roses.

minutes of waiting turned to hours turned to days turned to weeks.

ive lost track of time but he’s nearly back i swear.

i slowly lowered down to sit just to be met with a concrete slab. I sat up and read the words on the slab.

“death did his part” was all that it read.

i felt bound to the slab in which i refuse to name a coffin.

young kids run past the coffin each one aggravating me more and more as they gain closer.

i have to protect my love i thought as i drew a knife from my dress pocket.

“maybe that’ll teach them to stay away.” i spoke as i wiped the red liquid off of my long dress slowly staining it.