(no subject)

[bleodswean]

It was our wedding, yet not in chapel walls. The scent of the lilacs was strong in the rain... and when I reached the altar, you weren't there... Standing before me, all in black... was... Death. But I was so happy, so very happy. We exchanged vows, we embraced, and when we turned round, everyone was dead. Father... and... everyone. The stench of their bodies was horrible... it overwhelmed the lilacs... and... But I had never been so happy as that moment... as I held hands with Death.