She tilted her head upwards, gazing dolefully at the moon. She had forgotten how bright it was, being in the dark for so long, she had forgotten how beautiful. If she had a heart it would be singing, but she was dead, so she hummed the tune for her poor broken heart and began to dance around the clearing. Her steps were graceful and precise, she vaguely recalled dance lessons in her past life, but she could not be sure. Her tempo picked up speed suddenly and she twirled faster, her veil fanning out behind her, as her dress twirled with her in the soft, cool breeze. She noticed his vacant look and she spun nearer to him, such was her nature, always looking for affection, attention. Her hair fluttered close and he snapped out of thought. He had been calculating a million and one ways to get rid of this… He couldn't make himself to say the word monster now, for he finally saw her for her true self.
She was only a girl, with dreams shattered and hopes and ambitions cut short. She was not left at the alter to wonder why for some time and then move on. She was left for dead, only to awaken to realization. That she was never going to have her wedding, a husband or a family; she would have nothing but rotting corpses and decomposing fantasies. She would have to wonder why the rest of her existence, she wasn't even given the luxury of life. She was just a girl.
He turned towards her and pulled her nearer, stopping her dance. All thoughts of abandoning her, gone. He touched the dark blue fingerprints etched into her skinned, a dark blue reminder, until it rotted. But, memory doesn't rot. And she shouldn't be left alone to rot either. He bent low and kissed the corpse bride.