Folding...lifting...shaking...duplicating. The mirror in front of me reflects a dress I haven't touched in a year. Everything around me seems to shift and twirl against my will, making my head spin.

Stumbling back and resting my hand on the bed post; I feel darkness creeping up slowly on my mind.

The blackness pulling over me is followed by the door opening. My own Prince Charming walked in and pulled me off the bed so he could be in eye contact with me.

"Hello there beautiful." He said while he delicately kissed my exposed collar bone. He looked down at my gown and his beautiful eyes sparkle.

"I know I'm not supposed to see you until later, but I had to get some reassurance...so I came to find you..."

I looked up to him and melt into his pools of jade uncertainty. All of this double checking, all of the thinking, all of the unknown was simply put together when I saw him. And that's how I knew this was right.

This was perfect.

I offer a big smile, for I finally know I'm sure of this. I reached out and I hug him tightly.

Suddenly it all slips away again. The blackness takes over and I shut my eyes tightly against it. I gripped him closer, and tried to hold onto the last good thing I had left.

I don't want to let go of him because I know that if I do, then time will start again, and life will keep moving on. In his emerald eyes, nothing else mattered. It was just...beautiful. Wonderful. Just perfect. My world was utter perfection with him beside me. But all good things come with a price. And the price for my perfect world, was my perfect world.

I suddenly woke up to a lonely room.

All of it was taken away from me in one heartbreaking blink of an eye. My bliss, my life, my love, my everything. Everything I ever had, and ever wanted.

My Puck.

I run out to the back yard and grip a stone, trying to keep my balance.

"Love is a terrible thing. It's a horrible feeling to need someone..." I shed one last tear I try so desperately to keep in.

"It should have been me...why couldn't you pick me? Why? Why him?"

Gazing at the headstone, I trace the letters for about the millionth time with my eyes.

PUCK

"And on our wedding day..."