It was spring and the cherry blossoms were blowing in the wind. Pink petals floating down and swirling in the blue sky. The wedding was in full swing and the bride looked absolutely gorgeous. Her plump lips matched the color of the petals swirling about. Her white dress portraying her innocence and her sheer natural beauty. The groom, standing at the alter, smiled broadly when he saw his soon to be wife walking down the aisle. He believed this was going to be the luckiest day of his life. His eyes, so focused on his bride, failed to see the dark cloaked figure slowly walking behind her. As he walked, everything seemed to slow down. The grass under his feet shriveled and died. The butterflies and bees fell out of the sky like rocks. The audience turned and looked at the figure with a mixture of awe and terror. In one of the rows a baby began to cry, screaming at the top of her lungs. The cloaked figure reached out a hand, its black sleeve falling down to reveal a hand outstretched and pointing at the bride. Darkness seemed to extend from his bony finger, wrapping itself around the bride’s neck. With a sickening snap, the bride dropped to the ground as a lifeless heap, and the cloaked figure, unnoticed once the pandemonium began, slipped away silently.
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