You looked at the stranger in the mirror as they traced the wedding dress they had put on, trying to silence the screams of your now messy head.

It was a stranger that you didn't want to meet because, just by seeing it, you already despised it.

You looked at the reflection that mimitized you in the mirror as they traced the wedding dress they had put on, trying to silence the screams of their, and your, messy head.

It was a stranger that you didn't want to meet because, just by seeing it, you already despised it.

You knew you weren't doing the right thing, but you were going to do it anyway: Marry a man you didn't like. What would your family and friends say about you? What about your fiancé's feelings?

The door of your bedroom opened abruptly, Lara's figure appearing in the door frame making you tremble.

Her eyes, hard as they made the way into your room, softened and almost looked at you with adoration when she saw you dressed in all white.

It’s been a while since both of you spoke to each other. The surprise engagement party, that took both of you by surprise, and in which you said yes to your husband-to-be, left Lara pretty much broken.

And how else would you leave her, after everything you had shared behind closed doors for so long? Those nights where you both said too much, when you got too close, when you felt too much.

“You look nice,” she said pretty much coldly, her thick accent hiding how shaky her voice was, maybe because even after everything that you two went through, she still felt the same things you, even after all your attempts to make it go away, still feel, too.