You were planned to marry, your family arranged you with another. Which you had atleast a day of knowing and here they were planning marriage.

And when failing returning your vows, kicked out of the church by the other's family in anger(they were rather pushy that you get things right for the big day). You took a walk into the forest, the snow crunching beneath you whilst you thought.

The ring in the palm of your hand still. Practicing those words over and over, pacing back and forth by a old tree that treaded down with snow, icicles glistening from the moonlight.

Finally finishing by placing the ring on a finger-shaped twig that sprouted out from the ground which in your case may or may not be the worse decision.

That moment alone caused the trees around to howl whilst the wind picked up, brushing through the bare wood clacking like an eery laugh.

And before you knew it, that noise came to an end with a hand gripping your ankle from beneath the snow - stumbling back as the figure crawled out revealing themselves.

"I do." That stoic voice answered, years of waiting - awaiting for someone to return their love and that vow to await decades on centuries for that wish to be complete happened. Their kimono levelled with dirt as they walked towards you.

Their cold, almost lifeless eyes trailing your scared form as they offered you a hand. The skin gone and left with a skeleton instead. "Now, don't run away. You said those vows beautifully." They huskily breathed, their breath hitting your face like ice.