Gloom

"Please, don't do this, Adam. Please."

That day glimered and the sun had risen that day to show its magnificent light through the panels of the High Temple, making colorful reflections on the floor.

The doors were adorned with white flowers and the many guests inside were attired with their best clothes. It should a beautiful and festive ambiance but it was nothing but miserable.

The beautiful girl in a white long wedding dress, the one that was to be the bride that day was kneeling before the man she was supposed to marry. The one that was supposed to be her husband.

She did not mind the mocking gazes and the horrible comments from the crowd behind her. She knew they hated her. She knew they thought of her as someone disgusting but she didn't care, only the man in front of her was the one that mattered in her life.