A/N: I have updated! Whoot! I like this chapter a lot. I hope you guys like it! This devious little plot bunny came to me during English class, when we were talking about fate and Oedipus Rex. But it stinks because when she was introducing the story, I figured out the whole plot of Oedipus Rex, and the excitement of reading that is gone. But not really. On a happier note, my pimple is gone! Not that you guys care about my everyday life. Enjoy!
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I ran outside the moment I had eaten and bathed. I went by the stream, waiting for Kaspar to come and meet me, like he always did. But, after an hour I assumed he would not come. I sat by a rock near the stream that looked so much like the one in my dream, that I started to cry, and the tears didn't stop. They streamed down my face with a strong determination, and seemed like they would never cease to come. But they did.
They stopped, though, only because I had run out of tears to shed, not because I gave up on him. I would never give up, and I swore then and there to find him again.
I closed my eyes and tried to remember the quickly fading dream. We had been in a forest, and I looked to the one on my right. I thought, maybe, just maybe, he could be in there, looking for me like I was looking for him out here. I ran.
Faster than the wind, or so it felt, my hair whipping around my face, the ringlets and strand covering my eyes from time to time. But I didn't let that stop me. It was darker than I remembered in my dream, and also quieter. There were no whisperings around, not even a sound, or moving shadows. It was deadly quiet, but I wasn't afraid. It put me at a sense of ease, and I had never felt calmer. I wondered why I had never been here before, and why it put me at peace.
"Kaspar?" I whispered loudly. "Are you here? Are you looking for me too?" I said, a tear rolling down my cheek. It would be two weeks before I went to see my betrothed for the first time. And that would be at my wedding. I would rue the day that came. I fell down upon my knees, and sank my head into the ground, tears cascading down, smelling the dirt, and wishing, more than anything, to hear his laughter.
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I don't know how quickly those two weeks went by, but it was in a blur, filled with preparation, and dress making, and who knows what else. All I knew was that I wanted Kaspar, and nothing anyone could do would get me out of this daze. I walked around, a glum look in my face, or so my mother would say. Sebastian would just come in and shake his and sigh, and Galatea was staying out of my way like she always did. I thought the two weeks would never end, and I would be in my world of isolation forever, but at the same time, I wanted it to be over, and get on with my life.
We gathered our family, not a very big band, just Gala, Sebastian, mother and father, and Sebastian's wife. We would be picking up Katerine and Viktor on the way. It would take us about two hours to get to the church, and then after that it would be one of those extravagant parties. I hoped my husband-to-be, they hadn't even bothered to tell me his name, was bringing people, because otherwise it would be a quite boring wedding.
The ride there was dull an uneventful. Unless you would count eventful something along the lines of Galatea falling off of the wagon. But we stopped and got her back on, only her hair was mussed up, and she was a little grumpy for the rest of the ride. But I sat in silence, while everyone celebrated and joked, wallowing in my loneliness.
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Standing in front of the mirror I looked at myself and sighed. The dress was fabulous, yes. My hair looked wonderful, of course. But I felt, empty. Something was lacking, and I knew what it was, what was eating away inside of me.
Kaspar.
Galatea ran into the room, holding the door like it was her last link to life.
"Falya. Wedding...ready." And she ran out, but not before looking at her hair in the mirror, and putting the loose strands in her extravagant bun.
She sent a look towards me, and I didn't know if it was pity, or envy. I shrugged, and butterflies started in my stomach. Hey, it was a wedding, and my wedding to be exact, and I had a right to be nervous. I looked at my dress, a pale crème, almost white but not quite, with little heeled slippers. My hair was down, the curls tumbling down my back. I sighed a sigh of finality and opened the door, half expecting to see Galatea there and scare me. But no one was there, and I kept walking down the aisle, only once looking up to meet the proud eyes of my parents, and Katerine, who gave me the most comforting look that she could have ever managed.
The altar never seemed to arrive, and when it did, I did not dare chance a glance to my new husband. We stood there for an hour, I do not kid you, and my mind started to wander, not focusing on the words that the priest uttered. I thought back to streams, forests, water, and to the day where I found out I would be here, and the day I met him. Met Kaspar.
"Do you, sir, take this woman, to be your wedded wife?" the priest said, cutting into my thoughts.
"Yes, I do." His voice was kind, I took that as a good sign, but it shot a pang through my heart. I could feel now, the whole of the people gathered in the room staring at me, burning a hole through my beautiful dress. The priest turned his head.
"Do you, madam, take this man, to be your wedded husband?" I paused. I had to say yes, but in my heart I didn't want to. Not at all.
"...I do." I said, with a finality that shook my to the core of my heart.
"Well then," the priest said cheerily, and I could hear the mothers crying. I rolled my eyes. "You may now kiss the bride." I turned to the man, and it took all will power to not gasp aloud.
"Kaspar?
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