The day was as crisp as a ripe plum fresh on your lips. No day could ever be like today with its white virginal overcast. The white lilies seemed to fall from the sky without any effort at all. No day could ever be more gentle than today. The caressing of the veil, the flutter of the zipper like butterflies kissing your back. Today is the day you get everything you ever wanted, the white picket fence, the white house with blue shutters, and the perfect man waiting in the white tux. Those two delicate words hanging on his lips that will bind you together for the rest of your lives. You place the bouquet of pink roses to your stomach and transcend down the spiral staircase walking to your perfectly planned destiny.
The doors to the chapel open and the flowers so virginal and pure seem to wilt in your presence. The guests smirk at you and your gown. "That woman should not be wearing white." Their eyes piercing through you peering at your deepest secrets. There is nowhere to go but down.
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