A very short fic I wrote last night after seeing a prompt on Instagram :)
Zosia and Ollie stand at the altar, hand in hand on their special day. Her dress is long and white with a bodice of sparkling gems which match her white diamante heels. Ollie is wearing a smart black suit, in the pocket, a white carnation. Clutching her bouquet of flowers tightly, Zosia grins to herself; she's about to marry Oliver Valentine, her true love. All of their friends and family are seated on the wooden church pews, eager to see the young couple fulfill their dreams.
"I love you." Ollie mouths as the priest read out their vows.
"I love you too." She mouths back as he slips the ring onto her finger.
It doesn't feel like a ring, it doesn't feel like her ring. She looks down at it but it fades away, slowly and painfully. She looks into Ollie's eyes but they are no longer blue; they have turned red and he fades away too, leaving just the red eyeballs on the ground.
"Ollie! Ollie!" Zosia screams. The friends and family are no longer there. The only trace is her dad's wedding ring, the one given to him by her late mother.
"Ollie! Mama!" She screams until she feels a hand on her shoulder. This hand is cool on her hot skin.
"Zosia, you're having a bad dream." Says a voice, gently as she slowly opens her eyes. She is in her bed at Dom and Arthur's. An empty double bed. And then she realises. Ollie died two years ago.
