Of Matrimonios and Muerte by H3dg3h0g
'Twas a sad night, for the bride had died, the bride is dead. Everyone mourned. But the one who mourned the most was the bridegroom.
The soon-to-be-but-is-not-going-to-be husband was sad as he could be. Question and thoughts kept floating around in his head. "Why should she die of all the other beautiful and pretty maidens?" "Why did the Gods allow this to happen?" "Was she called into the domain of Grim Hades this early?"
Those thoughts troubled him like a stone in his shoe. "We were going to be married happily after just tomorrow morning" He just couldn't put his poor mind to rest. Those thoughts soon turned into thoughts of anger, hurling curses to the Gods.
Maybe they weren't meant to be, maybe the Fates didn't tie them together, maybe they don't deserve it, maybe . . .
'Twas a sad night, for the bridegroom had died, the bridegroom is dead. Everyone mourned. But the bride is not there anymore to be sad.