Isplourrdacartha stands frozen, her hand outstretched to him, 'Rial, wait--' dead on her lips.
She wraps her free arm around herself as she pours what remains of her whiskey out on the stone. She sets the cup down and crouches beside it, and silently, methodically picks up the pieces of broken glass and drops them into her empty cup.
He doesn't love you. Tink. He doesn't want you. Tink. He doesn't care for you. Tink. He wants to leave you. Tink. Does he even respect you? Tink.
She is crying, before she has picked up all of the shards, sobbing for breath as she covers her mouth with one hand and folds the other into the train of her wedding dress. The city lights shine, and the stars hold steady, even if the bride does not.
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She wraps her free arm around herself as she pours what remains of her whiskey out on the stone. She sets the cup down and crouches beside it, and silently, methodically picks up the pieces of broken glass and drops them into her empty cup.
He doesn't love you.
Tink.
He doesn't want you.
Tink.
He doesn't care for you.
Tink.
He wants to leave you.
Tink.
Does he even respect you?
Tink.
She is crying, before she has picked up all of the shards, sobbing for breath as she covers her mouth with one hand and folds the other into the train of her wedding dress. The city lights shine, and the stars hold steady, even if the bride does not.