The Widowed Bride
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sidhe_faerie The Widowed Bride
Pairing: Emma/Aaron
Word Count: 337
GYWO Stop Challenge for 4/12
Pairing: Emma/Aaron
Word Count: 337
GYWO Stop Challenge for 4/12
The sound of Emma’s heels echoed in the empty dancehall. It had been ages since she had come here. The building had been closed and locked for many years. No one had been here since that night.
Outside, the village she knew had change to the point it was unrecognizable. The tragedy had been too much for some to stay. People had been shaken to the core that night. Violence had been unheard of in Almore before it happened.
She stopped in the center of the dancefloor. The bloodstain was still on the floor. She closed her eyes and a tear ran down her cheek.
It marked the spot where he died. Shot in cold blood by a jealous fool. One minute she was in his arms, dancing, about to share a secret with him then the next he was on the floor dying.
She knelt by the bloodstain. “Aaron, I miss you. Thank you for the gift you left me. I tried to tell you but…. Our son is a strong young man with a good heart. Just like his father. I couldn’t bring him here. I didn't want him to see this.”
A breeze kissed her cheek and she smiled. She knew that he heard her. She got to her feet and left the way she came.
Outside a wrecking crew was waiting. The dancehall would be nothing but dust soon. It would be a new apartment building in the near future.
As she came out into the sun, she slipped on a pair of sunglasses. She nodded to the foreman and went to her car.
She could watch it fall so she started the car and drove off. She took the turn for the interstate and the long way home.
On the seat next to her was a framed photograph of a bride and groom on their wedding day. She and Aaron didn't know it would be the last photograph they would be in together. He died before they got to cut their cake.
Outside, the village she knew had change to the point it was unrecognizable. The tragedy had been too much for some to stay. People had been shaken to the core that night. Violence had been unheard of in Almore before it happened.
She stopped in the center of the dancefloor. The bloodstain was still on the floor. She closed her eyes and a tear ran down her cheek.
It marked the spot where he died. Shot in cold blood by a jealous fool. One minute she was in his arms, dancing, about to share a secret with him then the next he was on the floor dying.
She knelt by the bloodstain. “Aaron, I miss you. Thank you for the gift you left me. I tried to tell you but…. Our son is a strong young man with a good heart. Just like his father. I couldn’t bring him here. I didn't want him to see this.”
A breeze kissed her cheek and she smiled. She knew that he heard her. She got to her feet and left the way she came.
Outside a wrecking crew was waiting. The dancehall would be nothing but dust soon. It would be a new apartment building in the near future.
As she came out into the sun, she slipped on a pair of sunglasses. She nodded to the foreman and went to her car.
She could watch it fall so she started the car and drove off. She took the turn for the interstate and the long way home.
On the seat next to her was a framed photograph of a bride and groom on their wedding day. She and Aaron didn't know it would be the last photograph they would be in together. He died before they got to cut their cake.