2 Chapter 1. (1/2)

If I were not already dead, I think I would truly die again.

Not remembering to breathe really might be the death of me in the next life once again.

The only good thing about being dead is the fact that even if I do not breathe I will not die.

No matter how many times I see it, I'm just blown away. My mind will complete turn into a blank canvas as a picture is painted before my eyes. I'll even find myself easily forgetting and losing myself in the scene before me.

Her smile was so beautiful I could die thousands of times over. Her eyes were brightened as crescent moon formed above them. Her black and ornamented flowing hair dangled beautifully to her knees behind her. The blue one piece dress she wore completely had me lost in another world. Her fair smooth skin peeking out from her sides. Her delicate back exposed, barely covered by a cross shaped fabric. It was attached to the insides of her dress and passed below her arms and attached to a ring centered behind her forming a perfect X. Two rings around her left leg and a strange jagged knee high legging on her right leg. She had lovely bracers stretching from her elbows to a little past her wrists on both arms with golden intricate ornaments adjourned on her upper arms. This was a true goddess who could bring any man to their demise. Bringing asymmetry and symmetry to a picturesque harmony. She was the definition of equilibrium; a perfect balance between enchanting and provocative.

The moment the words left my mouth earlier it was like I was in another world, completely ignorant to the old fogey in the background. It was like a world of pink flowers formed around her straight out of a shoujo manga. I'll admit, I hate the idea of the flowery backgrounds behind every character in shoujo mangas but in this one moment I will concede defeat.

A simple smile from her could shatter all my beliefs. A frown could bring about a raging tsunami within my heart. A single word from her could enrapture me for uncountable days. If I were to forever remain dead I could stay dead happy just knowing she were my wife.

After an unknown duration of time in our own little world, the goddess before me let out a small giggle. It was as if there were chiming bells thundering and reverberating within my mind. I can only wonder how a simple giggle from her could make me lose my mind so easily?

”Well father, I'd like to introduce you to your son in law.” She kept looking directly into my eyes paying no mind to the frozen expression on her father's face that looked like he stepped in some rancid horse dung on the side of the road.

His face scrunched up and warped greatly until all that could be made out was a sea of wrinkles.

My eyes suddenly widened as if I were struck by lightning ”Ah, that reminds me there are certain things to consider. How could I be so thoughtless? I forgot about a betrothal gift! My wife I am such a fool. Give me one moment my wife, I must discuss the details with father in law.”

As I turned away from her, a wicked grin stretched from one ear to the next as I walked towards the depressed father who looked at me with a face which looked like a donkey's rear end.

”Father in law, earlier you mentioned that I could make any request, right?”

”What are you talking about? Marrying my daughter is your request, is it not? Anyways I refuse to accept that request. You can ask anything else, but not that!”

”Father! How can you go back on your words like this?! This is his request, you cannot go back on it!”

”My wife, I think you are mistaking something here. That was not a request of him that I just made. That was my declaration to you. What does your father have to do with your marriage? You are not his possession. You are an adult who can make your own decisions.”

”Eh? Ah, you're right. Well my answer is yes anyways. So I guess you do still have a request to make.”

My lovely wife seemed to have confusion written all over her face which I could only lovingly be entranced with.