I remembered that it was raining that day. Outside was gloomy and dark, though it had been perfectly sunny only moments before. I didn't mind it, though.
As soon as the doors opened and I started to walk down the aisle, tears began to slide down my cheeks. Strangely, though, they weren't hot, but ice cold.
The girl walking down the aisle looked different from other girls that I'd liked. She was dark and gloomy, just like the rain that was falling outside.
The man that I would be marrying stood in the front of the alter, studying me. Cold and aloof, his hard stare made me think of ice.