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The big fall
I looked around the crowded church. It was somewhere I didn't want my wedding, I would of wanted it out in nature, the breeze making me feel a live and in love. I held my father hand with all my mite, I wasn't so graceful. I watched the empty faces stare as we started to walk . Most of the people who came, weren't my family or friends, but the governments watching eyes to make sure I was committing myself to their rules, and regulations.
I remember when skinning over wedding magazines in little corner shops. That would never happen anymore, corner shops were no longer convenient shops that had magazine, bread or milk and a friendly face. They were shops that, if you could help it, you don't go in. They were run by the governments watchers. They served items that were basic, with no business's print. No logo, no belonging. The people at the stools, listened to people and reported back to base. This is how it started. People began to keep their opinions to their self after many had disappeared along with their friends.
I could see my soon to be husband, standing tall at the end of the isle. He looked handsome, with his black tux on, with his hair neatly slicked to the side. After my eyes searched his body, I looked into his eyes. Blank. There was no happy future in them, and here I was joining that black future.
I remember my mother saying she had cold feet upon the special day. Its weird how people could say the had cold feet, the never really had actual cold feet. But the difference was, that she could of ran away. She told me that as soon as her eyes locked with my fathers as she walked down the isle, she knew where she belonged. I don't feel this.
I could smell the violets from the bunch I held close to my chest. The were beautiful, Edward choose them I was told. However, they looked as if they were crusting up from my tight hold.
My father nodded his head and gently let go of my hand, and I felt Edwards cold hand touch mine. I looked up to find his face, dropped as if we were attending a funeral. It was our funeral, the little freedom we did have, were now dieing. We were mourning, like it was another person. It was, it was the old me, and I had to let go. But I didn't want to, I wanted to hold on to it, but the government was stripping me apart from this.
I didn't listen to the priest, who stood not two feet from me, but I payed close attention to the man I was soon to be wedded to.
"In the presence of God and these our friends I take thee to be my wife, promising with Divine assistance to be unto thee a loving and faithful husband so long as we both shall live." He sounded like an angel, so I repeated my own words.
"In the presence of god, and these out friends I take thee to by my husband, promising to remain a faithful, respecting wife for as long as we shall live." I was amazed, I didn't stutter. I didn't sound happy either, but I did it, it was soon to be over.
The priest carried on, sounding more and more drone. He didn't seem proud to be holding this wedding. I looked at his wrinkled face, and saw a man who was frail and withered. But his eyes showed the lifetime being taken out of him. His eyes looked like they were gunner give up. I wondered what he thought of this change in society.
"You may now kiss the bride." I heard him say. I looked at Edward, and leaned in for a small peck. He did the same. It felt like he just skimmed his lips over mine, instead of kissing them. Did I disgust him?
The room, stood, clapping, but no one smiling. Everyone knew the cards. I felt the last bit of freedom, stole from my fingertips. I felt naked.
"Congratulations" I heard echo through the room, as we both walked down the isle. Congratulations Isabella.