Chapter 153 - Till Death Do Us Part... (1/2)
”Till death do us part.”
It sounds like a perfect and most beautiful promise one could ever make to a soulmate. However, don't they say that soulmates have that kind of love which can live past three lives? Then why do we expect love to end with death? And why do we have to start a new life of marriage with the promise of death?
”Till death do us part...” is only beautiful to hear. The reality is morbid.
Why can't we change that promise to, ”and they lived happily ever after.” Forever is vague but it represents endless possibilities as well. Endless beautiful possibilities.
Marriage is not a ring worn on the finger or a sign on a piece of paper. Marriage is a promise in itself. A very intimate promise between two individuals who decide to share the rest of their lives together. Marriage is a responsibility. Its something to be endured and yet savored.
”I know I'm not the best. But I promise to give us... the best I can. I choose you not just because I love you but because I respect you. You make me braver and kinder every single day and even though we walked through some harsh patches, you still stuck with me. You endured all my fits of tantrums but you didn't let me go. And I am truly thankful for that. You loved me on days when even I hated myself. I promise to do the same for you. The hurdles in love increased day by day but they didn't waver me. If anything, I should thank all the people who went against our relationship. Because they made me realize just how much I needed this... Us... You and me, forever and ever. Since you choose me, I'll cherish this for life. For a hundred lifetime. I love you!”
Standing with their hands in each other, two pairs of black eyes held so many emotions of disbelief and happiness. They both had tears swimming in their eyes as the bride said her vows. But there was an evident smile playing on their lips as well.
A round of applause broke their staring and between the laughter and smiles of their friends, the groom leaned to kiss the bride. Petals of baby pink roses fell softly from the ceiling.
However...
That moment was short-lived...
A deafening sound of thunder filled the room as a trigger was pulled not from afar once... twice... the first bullet broke the vase of flowers placed on the stage while the second bullet pierced straight through the bride's chest.
The cracking sound had stunned the audience to their places as they looked at a woman holding a gun which still had wisps of smoke coming out of the nuzzle. A trembling hand lifted up to touch her now blood soken gown and her knees buckled. With a 'thud' when her knees hit the floor, it felt like someone had pressed the play button.
Waves of laughter from a moment ago were swapped with chaos and screams.