. . . She stood; alluring, energetically; revealing her sweet nervous state. Her stance was telling of a wedding bride.
Beautiful balloons danced erotically in the air. "Hoos" and "wows" from the audience filled the air till it formed a rhythm. The quite pretty bride resurrected tales of love and wedding thrills from the hearts of women so that they all saw in her their once beautiful and young selves.
The bride's wedding gown was a jingle that could quench the audience thirst for years. It was celestial! Not to talk of the cake that stood erected in a corner that looked like a pretty princess of clay- Despite the watering mouths, everyone thought the cake shouldn't be eaten.
"My wedding day"
The lady in white, now, dwelled on the intensity and sparks of love. She was in love's fire and didn't wish to ever get out.
Two nights ago when I swore to tell him everything, I swore to give him my trust, my heart, my soul, my life, may I be forever damned if I don't.
Anxiously, she waited for him as he walked up the aisle. She had no doubt that she had made any mistake. Right in front of the altar, she had no interest in his curly hair that rivaled the beautiful furs from a rabbit's skin. His chest that stood out like the walls of Jericho pleased her but didn't Jubilations bring down the walls of Jericho? but his, if it would ever come down would be because of a woman's love; a pretty smile decorated her lips. Her eyes fell slowly on the floor from too much happiness she didn't think she could contain any longer.
"I love him, I love him" Her expecting voice formed a whisper.
"Bride, be free to be weep, come on. It the tears of love"
"Do brides weep?" She raised her head slowly and looked down again. A gun laid daringly next to her on the floor. She noticed that no one seemed to notice it.
"Yes, never been to a wedding?"
"No"
She rushed over the answer for fear that the wedding might be called to an end. She turned her attention towards the groom again. His steps were were slow and fragile. His smile was radiant.
"How long will it take him to walk down here priest?
"Is the bride in a haste?"
"Never. For him I would wait centuries. How long does it take one to fall in love? Her heart skipped beats.
"A minute says a wise man."
"I am in love's fire!"
"You want love's cold rain?"
"No, the fire! The fire!"
"You want out?"
"Never"
"An extinguisher?
"No" She cried harder, her lips formed a plea.
"What now?
"To stay! To love him more daily! I feel.... It's indescribable"
"Yes, you are on love's tower".
The groom had come to a halt. He stared boldly at his bride. The beautiful flowers he bore in his hands were nothing compared to her beauty.
"Sam! Bride" His voice trailed, hitting her ears like the sound of a volcanic eruption. It spoke to her feet, so that she suddenly became a splinter, swinging puzzled legs in rotation with contorting arms. Her face the right image for a determined splinter. Excusable beads of sweats formed on her head.
"Here I am groom. I couldn't wait"
"Do you really want to this with me. I love you with every air I breath in and out and you are even more precious." The groom assured.
"Do I love you? Let my kiss tell, whisper and scream of my undying love. . ."
Their lips jammed lovingly, their hands hastily formed an intertwine, chest and cleavage clasped.
" I pronounce thee husband and wife" The ignored priest screamed, maddened at the sweetening expression of love.
"Yes" The bride chuckled. . .
Sam woke up with a quick start.
"oh, It was a dream" Her face told the tales of tears.
" Alec, Alec..." She called out weakly from love that she was wishing to express. Now, all the buried affections and stabbed emotions from her unconscious resurfaced. It swept her off the floor, so that she had nothing to cling on than her bedside dressing table but it couldn't save her. It landed with a thud and she wobbled after it.
"I can't get him out of my mind. I have come to want him so much just in few hours" but a voice in her head screamed back; He was always in your head! He has always been there!
"Yes, yes" She agreed. She clung desperately to her arms and that was when she felt the sting from the bullet wound she sustained but it had been carefully treated and bandaged.
"oh" She gasped. Memories of how he had taken out the bullet and treated her came to her mind now.
"You need to sleep now" He had said before kissing her head. That was all she could remember.
Sam glanced at the wall-clock, it was 5.40pm.
"What? did the hands of time turn back?"
She remembered clearly that she got in very late the previous night. She stood motionless for some seconds before finally gasping when she realized that she had slept for close to fifteen hours.
"Did he go? I just want to see him right now. I miss him. I need him" She spoke to the air that caressed her lovingly.
She searched around for her phone but couldn't find it. It could be in the wardrobe, she thought.
Moving towards the wardrobe, her eyes caught something like a man's shoe, curled out slowly from the left side of her bed just beside her wardrobe.
"What? Could it be... He waited?" Sam zoomed towards the wardrobe and just as she had guessed, Alec curled up on the floor, asleep, his hands glued together as if he was suffering from a cold.
"No...." She cried out. Tears rolled out of her eyes. Vainly, she wished it would stream down to her legs but it stopped right on her neck.
"No... no... no" She ran towards the window and buried her head. There, she wept uncontrollably. If only she knew that he had been searching about for her documents that could give him information about her next assassinations; maybe she wouldn't have cried this much. If only she knew he had faked to be asleep just the moment he heard her voice when she woke up from her sleep; maybe she wouldn't even have wept this much. Perhaps, she finds out that he had given her a sleeping portion; maybe she wouldn't have cried this much too. Maybe, perhaps- we do not know or let me say I do not know but if she knew she had fallen in love, ruthlessly with the man who hated her the most. I am sure she would have cried louder, forcefully, till all that will be left are bones and blood and flesh.
Sam couldn't point out a particular reason why she wept this much. She wanted to concentrate on just one reason but she couldn't.
"He waited, he waited" she groaned. She was extremely moved by such show of love.
"Love? Why cant I grasp you? why cant I get a hold of you?" Her hands hit the window at intervals.
Memories from her past forced itself through her love filled mind again. They were nothing but still and mobile pictures of the way her father had murdered her mother . . . .
" Stop going to her at night! Do you have a heart at all? I put up with all these because of my hopes. That one day you will have a change of heart" Nicole wailed.
" You know how much I love straight beautiful girls... I will continue to go in to her"
"I married a black ram, a dirty pig, an unfaithful maniac. My body quakes in hatred for you. I wish you death" Nicole screamed, by then she had noticed little sixteen year old Samantha peeping through the door.
" Me? a pig? a maniac? You wish me death so you can bring in your lover boys? The husband screamed back.
"Don't you dare accuse me of your sin! Don't you dare! I have been faithful since day one of everything we ever shared but you? You are heartless. No!!!!!" Nicole rushed towards the bed, she bent hurriedly and when she stood up, a shiny knife dangled in her hands, coloring her rage.
"You sleep with a knife?" The husband said.
"Yes!" She ran swiftly towards him and plunged a thick slap on his head.
"Nicole? You dare to do this" He gritted his teeth in annoyance before pouncing on her like a hungry lion.
"Kill me if you can" Nicole dared. Her eyes were just about blinking from her bold stare when she felt the knife slash though her neck. Blood gushed out, she knew it was a deadly slash! She let her head fall towards Sam's direction. Her eyes motioned some sad nothings before it finally laid still in unacceptable death.
Sam staggered out of her hiding place. She fell in a kneel beside Nicole.
" You left me Nicole"
The next stare she took was one filled with unrepairable despair, a savage anger and brutal hatred.
" All I did was love you father, loved mother and Ethan. I don't know why you hate me this much but I have always loved you and together with mum we hoped for a change. A dead hope!"
She jumped on feet, the feelings of regret made her sway like a spirit possessed child.
" We should never have believed in you, we should never have loved you". Regret, loss, blind love and a dead hope!
" Sam" The husband called out in a plea.
"Go and meet her in the next world. She awaits"
Then she dashed at the dagger that took the life of her mother. With it she began to mould a tale of depression, deaths, savagery, blindness to humanity as she dug deep into his skin not even a second of regret. It was an act of ruthless ferocity. Watching a loved one died in the hands of the one she loved and taking the life of a loved one- That action dug out her heart and in it's stead placed a stone, one that was just taken out from a furnace.
Sam watched the dead bodies before finally running to Chan's house.
"Husband stabbed wife to death before taking his life. That will be the story... I have everything I want. I command, don't worry. You are a free woman" Chan had assured.
"O...kay" She replied slowly.
"Okay? No! Only his love completes me. I want to be happy" She almost gave up.
"Sam?" Alec called out slowly before placing his arms around her. He watched her from behind as she shut her eyes tightly, not getting enough of his hug. If she could melt in his arms she could have.
"My love?"
At the mention of the word love, Sam swirled around in his arms. She cupped his handsome face, panting all the way.
" I have never felt this way before. I do not know how to love. It might be crunching, depressing, heavy, exertive or maybe sweet. I do not know how to love neither can I control the way I feel about you. I have been thinking that I cannot hold "Love" as it rips my heart apart. Alec, I love the ripping but as I hold you now, I know one thing- that I can hold love, that I can see it. You are love! Love is you! Alec!"
" Oh Sam!"
"Alec!"
"Sam... Sam!"
"Oh no, Alec.. Kiss me.. Hold me.. Kiss me, please"
He pushed her roughly on the bed. The sound of her head hitting the wall lightly didn't move him. He saw her move her hand briskly to caress the pain from the bang she sustained amidst his kiss. His kiss that set her on fire.
"Alec, I just love you too much!"
He saw a tear roll down her closed eyes.
"Why are you crying?" He asked angrily.
"I am sorry, I am sorry. If you don't want it, I will try not to do it again".
Another tear streamed down her closed eye. Closed eyes that lit with an endless and powerful love beneath.
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