I lied about updating Martyrs first. I just wasn't feeling up to it so I updated this quickly. Only about ten minutes pass in this.

And yes, I realize it's very short but I didn't want to much information to be given away.

So I'm gonna do this thing now where I pick a song or songs that relate to the chapter so you can like...listen to it while you read?

I dunno.

But the song suggestion for this chapter is: Let Love Bleed Red- Sleeping with Sirens.

Dedication: I dedicate this chapter to Rooivalk253 for the idea. :D Thank you

I fasten the lace behind my back. It's today. Marriage. I still can't believe that my fiancé is still alive. My birthday is in a few days, and Eddy seems to be thriving and full of life. Of course, I stick to him whenever I can, afraid that if I leave him alone he'll disappear somehow.

So far two weeks have passed. And with those two weeks came no guarantee that Jack is going to apologize to me or make it up to me, which makes my suspicions even truer. Now that he's gone I can't stop thinking about him, thinking that Eddy's arms are his. By the way, Eddy has been able to stand out of his wheel chair and limp around once in a while; his rib is healing at a great speed, and the doctor said he may heal.

What also surprises me is how strong Jack's sword was to practically break a rib. It's not the best thing to talk about it but it makes him seem like he planned it out.

An arm coils around my waist and I gasp, seeing Eddy's reflection in the mirror. He brushes my hair away from my neck with his free hand and places a kiss on my pulse. I smile and purse my lips.

"You're not supposed to see the bride on the wedding day, hasn't anyone taught you that?"

"But my love, I just couldn't wait, you're too," he takes a deep breath, "perfect…"

I flush, and turn my head to place a kiss on his lips. Then he takes the veil from my dresser and places it carefully on my head. I'm surprised how I was able to design my own wedding dress. My tailors did a good job of making it perfect, and now almost everyone in Port Royal with money is buying it and thinking of walking down the aisle with their husbands again, just so they can wear it. The other good news is that I designed Eddy's suit as well. All white, with a crimson red tie. In his breast pocket, I designed a fake rose.

"I will see you soon," Eddy whispers into my ear, and walks outside of the dressing room, leaving me alone.

After he leaves, I fix the veil, making it perfect on my blonde hair.

I place my arm in the crook of Cutler's arm, while staring at the big doors that tell me that everything I've ever wanted awaits me just inside those doors. The chapel is cold even in the summer, but it doesn't bother me, as I dismiss my chilly arms and look at my step-father. Is this really what I wanted? What about Jack? My thoughts reminded me of how I waited for him when I first met Eddy. Well, look where that has gotten me.

An organ starts to play and I realize how stereotypical this is. There was the calm music. And when I walk inside, I'm going to see the priest and Eddy is his beautiful suit. Everything is going according to plan.

You know how when you walk in, there's an aisle and to the left is supposedly the bride's family, and to the right is the groom's? Yeah, well for me, there's no one except Cutler sitting there as Eddy begins to quietly say his vows to me. On my fiancé's side there's about five-hundred people just sitting there, staring at me with approval.

I glance nervously around the sun-lit room, then at the priest. His white wig covers his dark hair, and his face is smooth, but tan. He smiles politely at me, and like any good woman would do, I offer a smile back, returning my attention to Eddy.

"Edwin Winthrop, do you take Claire Skyy as your wife?" The priest asks in a slightly off-key tone.

"I do," Eddy says, smiling at me.

"Claire Skyy, do you take Edwin Winthrop as your husband?"

"I do," I say uneasily.

"Therefore if any man can show any just cause, why they may not lawfully be joined together, let him now speak, or else hereafter forever hold his peace."

A few moments of silence pass through the room, before the priest says, "Then by the power vested in me, I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss the bride." He says the last sentence in a blur, and I almost don't hear it, but by the way Eddy smiles, it encourages me to follow through with my decision.

He leans towards me, and I lean towards him, hearing his shallow breath. Eddy places a hand on my check, which I rest mine over, and he brings it up towards his lips in a smooth way. I close my eyes. Just as I'm about to be wed, he stops. His hand stops moving, his thin breath ceases to exist. Is he nervous? I open my eyes again, and look up at Eddy, who just stares at me. He looks stone cold. Suddenly, he falls and starts to convulse on the ground.

He's having a seizure.

People gasp from in the room, but no one-including me-knows what to do about this. I wait until he stops shaking, as I was taught to not touch a person in the middle of a seizure, and then I kneel down to his face. His eyes are closed. My hand instantly reaches towards his pulse, and when I feel nothing, I just stare.

My dress curls around my legs, and no one seems to be moving. I kneel next to Eddy's face and look at his dead expression. He's…gone. Back into the darkness. On our wedding day. My stomach shakes as I let out unsteady breaths. Dead. Eddy. Dead. Dead again. He's not coming back this time. He can't and he won't. I can't save him. I pay no attention to the people starting to stand up. A few put their hands on my shoulders, bidding me their sorrows, but their words feel like rocks that they throw at me. Like their words are supposed to fix the emptiness that suddenly fills my heart.

My heart beats wildly against my rib cage, causing me to swallow hard. A lump starts to form in my throat, making it even tougher for me to gulp. Every feeling is sucked out of me as I watch the dead corpse on the ground lay lifelessly. Without thinking, I reach out for the flower that sits in his front pocket and hold it in my hand, admiring the last piece of him I have. A rose. A fake rose.

I place it in front of him mouth then lean over to his ear and whisper, "I'll love you until it dies.

Woah. D: Emotional wasn't that? I tried to do my best to describe how Claire would feel but it was kind of hard.

Sooo.

*trying to think of some questions here

Do you think Claire is lying about saying I'll love you until it dies? (I think she means that she'll always love him deep down but she'll eventually fall in love with some else *spoiler* wat.)

Yeah that's all I got for questions. ;_; thanks for reading :D