Questioning
The smile grew stiff and hard on her face. But still she continued. Smile. Be happy. This is your wedding, your joy, your triumph. See the boy sitting next to you. He smiles. He gives chaste kisses. Do not question your happiness.
Why do I yearn to leave this behind?
Why can I not stand the sight of that innocent smile?
Why do my thoughts turn to Him?
Why do I desire the scent of blood, the feel of flesh, and the release that should be forbidden?
Do not ask the question if you do not want to know the answer. Just keep smiling.