jilted;

She pressed the wilted flowers to her lips, trying to breathe in some scent of the vow she had wanted to hear, the promise she had wanted to keep…
But there was nothing in those decaying daffodils and daisies, those dying roses and lilies, no, it was just the repugnant stench of the corpse of her rotting, rotting love, the deteriorating body of the man she had hoped to love forever, the man that left her at the altar.





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