"Let's have a look."

She stepped out. She looked beautiful. She did not want a fairy princess dress because she learned long ago that life was not a fairy tale. Instead, the dress was covered in lace and elegance down to the floor. Her long pearls gently fell upon her bare back. Her diamond skull ring glistened. The little 1920s black lace veil covered her sad face exceptionally well. She knew she looked unconventional and she planned it that way, but to her, everything was perfect.

She only wished that the groom was as good as this dress, as good as this day. She only wished he wouldn't say things like, "You look good enough to fuck in that dress!" while people were around. She only wished...the tears would stop! Her make-up! Her dress! It would be ruined! 

Streams of black swam from the top of the dress to the very bottom. The black lace veil was now stuck to her face. There was a puddle of black beneath her dress, near her knees where she had collapsed. Her diamond skull ring was covered in black by her attempts to wipe her face clean. Even the pearls were not spared.

She could not stop. All of those years she could not let out a single tear. Not for a death or a lost lover. Not for her mother or for her father. She had already emptied herself years prior. Because her heart was shattered, similar to the way it was happening now.

She often thought about a break down.

She never dreamed it would be on her wedding day, her perfect day.