2 Second time

"I do"

His voice much more softer as he said it now than before.

"You now can kiss the bride" The priest said.

He lifted the bride's veil gently as he bent in to close the gap. When he chastely kiss the bride, the crowds cheers and congratulate them.

The bride bashfully smile as the groom gently smiled back. It was a beautiful match. The crowds praise in awe.

Together the groom and bride look back at the crowds, as if parading their love proudly. The family and friends smile back at them.

Unaware, there's a woman standing at the corner wearing a simple white dress but can still emitted an elegant and beautiful aura. She quietly staring at the happy couple.

After awhile, she closed her eyes as her lips lifted a soft smile. It was as if she letting go of something. Slowly she walked out from the room, unknowingly caught the eyes of the groom or her ex husband.

The man also saw the small yet soft smile she made. His heart beating loudly, telling him something he doesn't understand but before he tried to dwell on it, the bride hugs his arm. She smiling happily as he looked down.

The man decided to push away those feeling as he immersed himself to the warm aura. But with tingling bit of unknown coldness.

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"Are really okay with this?"

"...What is?"

"..... I don't want you to hurt yourself anymore.. Please...."

"...."

"At least received the treatment and maybe_ "

"Thank you... But it's already enough"

"....."

"I want to rest now"

A tall man with long black hair stood beside the woman laying form. Weak and frail. The man clenched his fist, hopeless at protecting the woman in front of him.

Why?

He wanted to ask but knowing the answer she would gave, he hold the question inside. The man kneeled down as he grasped her frail and thin hand, gently.

Why you must suffer...?

He leaned his forehead to her hand, hopeless at this situation as he thought; this woman has suffered for a long time yet why she must suffer again.

WHY!?

His tears fall down as he yelled out the question in his mind.

However, a frail fingers brushed the tears softly, stopping his thoughts. He looked to the woman who smiling weakly and warmly.

"I'm.. sorry..."

The woman squeeze out those words before closing her eyes. His eyes widened in disbelief as he clenched his jaw. The man grabbed the hands tightly as he silently cried.

God, I don't know if you truly exists but please I'm begging you... Please let this person live happily in her next life.. please let her to continue smile... Please.. God... I'm begging you...