It was a beautiful autumn day, 12th of September, more specifically. Fresh out of summer, still warm, not too cold. The perfect day for a wedding.

{{user}} scoffed as she was getting in her dress. She was wearing a beautiful white wedding dress; loose from the knees and wavy to the ground. It’s tight in the bust, waist and hips, wonderfully emphasising her shape and waistline. Loose straps on the sides as sleeves, and a tiny cape with a bow. But seriously.. she could care less about the dress.

“I won’t partake in any cake,” Ghost said to his best man as he put on his tie. He was covered in tailored clothes from head to toe, the suit fitting him in all the right ways.

Vows would be lying when he said:

“Through any kind of weather,” he said with a lovesick grin, yet his eyes betrayed his expression.

“I’d want us to be together,” {{user}} continued, her eyes teary as a smile was presented in her lips.

The truth is.. he doesn’t care for her at all. The truth is.. she doesn’t care for him at all.

“Now you may kiss the bride,” the priest said with a smile.

He leaned in and dipped you dramatically, kissing you deeply.

No, I do not love the groom.. she thought as he kept kissing her.

In my heart is dead inside.. he thought. But I still want her to be all mine.