Leaving
She runs out of the church. Her long ivory veil streams from behind her. She doesn't pause at the cry of her love, his please of forgiveness. She notices nothing around her. All that is on her mind is the betrayal of her trust, her love by her would-be husband. The tall waving grass becomes her only obstacle as she runs, runs nowhere, anywhere, just to get away from this place.
The door slams into the stone wall, and cries of congratulations are cut off. The housekeeper and ward stare at the retreating back of the bride. The groom arrives not one minute after her, yelling his love's name. But, the bride refuses to hear, to hope, to love anymore. The path she takes to her quarters is a maze, to the groom at least.
When she emerges from the only room that she ever occupied alone, she is caught-finally- by her groom. He whispers words of promise, of hope, of love. She pulls away, nearly hating the man before her. his unwilling arms let her leave-perhaps forever- from his life. As she is rushing out the gate of the courtyard, she looks back. Looks back on a life she was so close to having. Looks back on what she could have had, what she could have gained. But, there in the window is a single waving red scarf. It seems to show the victory that the captive in the tower has won, which is her greatest lost. But to her, it is only a reminder.
Sorry it's so short. It was a small piece that I submitted to my school's magazine, and I decided to put it up here too. Please leave a comment! Thank you!