Meliodas' POV

Today marks the most memorable event of the year for these people. Photographers swarmed the area. The entrance was filled with lots of flowers decorated in beautiful arches. Whoever was hosting this event went all out with the decorations. Who wouldn't? Not when this event is the start of a new adventure. This was supposed to be a festive time. One should feel the need to smile till' their cheeks hurt from stretching. I should be happy but, I was feeling none of it.

With my disguise on, I arrived late at the ceremony, I watched as the woman I loved pampered herself one last time at the very end of the line before she goes walking down the aisle. She wasn't in her wheel chair anymore but with pair of crutches.

"Beautiful..." I said. Even with those wooden handles, she looked like a Goddess in my eyes.

Her Father, Baltra, stood right next to her to keep her steady as she held the bouquet filled with elegant white roses.

I bit my lip and clenched my fists. My ex-fiance', Elizabeth Liones, was getting married to who knows which guy. It was a painful sight to see that I swallowed my anger and walked away. I didn't want to know the rest, for fear that I might beat the crap out of the groom who stole my bride. She was mine. I want her back ...but... its obvious that she doesn't.

I had to walk away before I get caught. It only took her a couple of months to forget about me. I can't blame Elizabeth. Not after what happened. The memories are too much. I knew this life was too good to be true. Just another reality check.

As I walked down the empty streets, my pocket started vibrating. Taking out the phone, the caller ID's name pissed me off just by looking at it. What hole do I have to dig up then jump in next?

"What?!" I wasn't in the mood to talk.
I listened into the relayed instructions. Once done, I checked my phone as a new message popped up on the screen.

A picture was sent. A list of names written on a piece of paper appeared. Some of them were crossed with a BIG BLACK MARKER and only one name was left unchecked.

"Where's the last stop?" I stood in silence listening for directions. Eventually, I got what I wanted. Call it a blacklist but right now, It's called THE IRE LIST. It's my fault why they died. I am RESPONSIBLE for their murder.

It's time I buried these skeletons way deeper than in my closet...its better... if they stayed shoved within the walls.