His face...
The only thing she could see now...the only thing to keep her company in this moment of her life.
Her gaze was turned downward to the bouquet in her hand as she walked between the guards slowly, the blank stare boring into the petals.
The white of her dress fluttered around her, and the veil shrouded her tears. His rather...loud laugh echoed in the recesses of her memories, helping her to cling to that last hope.
As she looked up at the man who had done this to her, a thought occurred. It was one of pity, of the thought that underneath that twisted version of him, there was still that good that others had seen.
She knew what it meant to be different...and yet, how did he hold such a drastically different view?
His eyes met hers, and there was nothing but cold, empty, darkness.
Come for me...
Her eyes stung with fresh tears as she heard the footsteps around her, their figures surrounding her...lest she try to escape.
She never wanted it to be this way...it was all wrong.
It was the wrong day, the wrong person, the wrong place; and the wrong audience.
Her hope bloomed suddenly at the sight of the arriving ship in the sky. She wanted to jump, to yell, to run and leap from her joy.
But as she stared up, the veil lifting off her face like a gentle breeze...
Watching as he appeared...
Two words escaped her lips.
"...You came."