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The air's humidity was nearly suffocating as Maura walked down the aisle. Her gaze intently focused on the ground in front of her, she watched as she took each forward step. With each step that drew her closer to the aisle, the pain in her heart grew. She knew that this wasn't what her hear truly desired, but despite having the knowledge that what she was about to do would be the biggest mistake of her life, she could not force herself to stop moving, placing one shoe encased foot in front of the other.
Suddenly Maura was greeted with the end of the white carpeted aisle. She inhaled before forcing herself to climb the three steps that kept her separated from her betrothed. She took a deep breath as she made each climbing step, wishing for more time before she took the plunge.
Finally, standing on top of the slightly raised platform, Maura with a deep breath, forced herself to lift her gaze. Her heart was broken even further as she took in the image of her betrothed, standing in front of her dressed in Sunday best and a happy grin settled on their face. Maura knew that she should be happy, her fiancé was one of the most caring and warm hearted people to have ever walked the face of the earth. Most would be over joyed to be able to spend the rest of their time alive with him, but Maura wasn't most people and the warmth that rolled off of the handsome figure before her, felt stuffy and over bearing, instead of light and comforting.
Then the reverend began his speech, as each word of the well-known speech sounded Maura grew more adamant that this was a mistake, but still even as she said 'I do' Maura's real words remained silent.
The reception brought not feelings of joy as it should, but pain and anguish as Maura continued to stew in her knowledge of what she had done. She tried to be sociable speaking when spoken to and making the standard introductions as her new husband, whisked her around the ballroom, showing her off to strangers Maura could only guess were distant members of his family. Her heart was not in it, though she did her best to hide that fact. She felt like a marionette, relying on the commands of her master, to know where to go only moving when he worked her strings.
The night seemed to drag on, but all too soon was the party over and Maura found herself alone with her unwanted husband. She pretend to be in awe of the grandeur of the suite he had chosen for them just as she pretended to have the most passionate and pleasure filled night of her life, as he pressed his heavy being on top of her, smothering her in his heat. Truth was he was not a bad lover, some may consider him talented in the ways of passion, but there was no technique or move that could have made Maura fall. She did not let him know that of course, she moaned and groaned when the moment call for it, she even shudder in false ecstasy as he filled her with his love.
Only when he rolled off her body, did she feel any sense of relief. Only when she could hear his soft snores and even breathing, did she allow herself to slip from the downy bed and quietly pad to the bathroom. Once inside she locked the door behind her and finally let lose the tears, which had been threatening to fall, ever since she said yes and accepted his gaudy stone.