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But It Was a Dream...It is often said that the show must go on.
The day of Elena's marriage was no different.
When she woke up that morning, she thought of all the things that had ever made her happy, and she wished for all of those things to happen with her marriage. Surely it wasn't ridiculous to hope for a happy marriage?
The preparations for the day seemed to fly by, and soon Elena found herself being escorted down the aisle. She looked around surprised and confused. Surely it had only been a second since she was preparing for the wedding, and now it was time. Elena closed her eyes and took a deep breath. She simply had to relax. It would all be fine.
As she gazed into his eyes, she was sure she loved him. But she was also sure that this wasn't right.
His eyes, once an amazing, pale blue were now the darkest black, irises overflowing with color.
Elena watched in fascination as his face slowly began to shift. And then it was not Darius standing before her. It was Dylan, his brother.
[transmissions of a dead girl]i am the
moon: i am
the silver pill
to weigh down
into leaden eyes--
i am the
of the dark.
the stars are
all dead in their
you'll be safe, dear,
as i am the moon,
with all of your
(i am good bye and yet,
you think only of romantic
i am the moon.
i am the crescent
and dead altogether,
i still die.
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