Tears To Shed Corpse Bride Lyrics Novels & Stories

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Rainwater ran along its edges, forming thin streams that merged into the pavement. Vincent knelt, his hand trembling as he reached out and lifted the sheet. There I lay quietly, wearing that faded white dress, my makeup still on my face. There seemed to be a faint, almost peaceful smile on my lips. Rain fell onto my face, sliding down my cheeks like tears, but my eyes would never open again. Being on his knees, Vincent’s suit pants were soaked through instantly, the cold biting into his bones. As he reached out and gently wiped the rain from my face, my skin felt cold and lifeless.

His eyes found mine, blank for just a second then he was on his feet and running towards me. I crouched down and caught him, wrapping both arms around him, I pulled him into a tight hug. We stayed like that for a moment. Then I felt it, something warm and wet against my skin. “Baby.” I pulled back just enough to see his face. “Why the tears? Talk to me.” Silence. “Aaron. Please. You know I am always here.” He hiccuped quietly. “Sis why are we here?” His voice was small and low. “Dad sold you to that man, didn’t he?”

Absurd comments kept flying, and I couldn't help but laugh. I lifted my gaze to the stage, where Victor's face flickered from pale to red, helpless. "Victor, did you hear that? They say I'm your lawful wife. So, whose wedding are you even holding right now?" Victor's face turned crimson. He opened his mouth, but no words came out. He couldn't argue with the relatives, and he wouldn't dare meet my eyes. He just kept his head low, cringing like a coward.

"This is impossible!" Lana's voice shifted in pitch as she gazed at the wedding invitation. "You're... really getting married? Cruz! You went ahead and got a marriage license with her without letting me know? And you even altered the name? You... You've gone too far!" Lana's eyes quickly turned red. Tears swirled in her eyes like she was in extreme distress. I was completely speechless, thinking, 'This woman must have graduated from an acting school! It's a pity she didn't become an actress.' '

The silence in the hospital was ice-cold, pressing on me like a weight. Yesterday was supposed to be my wedding day. Right before we exchanged rings, Ethan got a call and just... walked out. My grandma, sitting in the front row, was so shocked she started coughing up blood. I begged for help, but all anyone did was laugh at my misery. I called Ethan again and again. No answer. By the time I got my grandma to the hospital, it was too late. She was gone. Ethan left our wedding for Bella. Even through my grief, I arranged her cremation and planned a small funeral. Just as it started, Ethan walked in—with Bella right there beside him.

"That's not Kay… that's not Kay… she can't be Kay…" By the time they found my body, decomposition had long set in. Some parts had even been eaten by scavengers. The organ traffickers had been brutal. After cutting me open, they hadn't even bothered to stitch me back up. They had simply discarded me in the wilderness, broken and abandoned. At this point, I wasn't even a corpse, just scattered remnants of what used to be a person. Quinn refused to look at the pictures—refused to see what had become of me.

I am sitting at the centre of the abandoned street on a stormy night, searching up the darkish sky, and I let the water droplet drain the entire ache I am feeling. It feels like pain has become my shadow. I lay my beckon on the ground of the rusty and prickly road, and my eyes are nevertheless searching up the darkish sky. Tears are mixing with water, passing through my pores and skin, and sinking into the coronary heart of the mother of earth. ‘

I cried. "I know" he said. "Do me a favor" he told me and I squeezed my eyes shut. "What is it?" I asked, hesitantly. "Sing...me...to... sleep, please..." he gasped, his grip on my shirt, weakening. I took a deep breath and began to sing, my heart feeling like it's being ripped apart in the most vicious way possible. "Gonna wrap my arms around you, hold your body close to mine. Let no heart get broken, Not one tear be shed. As I bid you goodbye..."

With a cry of anguish, Caleb shoved Vanessa away. She hit the ground hard, scraping both knees against the rough pavement. But she didn’t bother about the pain. She simply curled into herself and burst into uncontrollable sobs. She didn’t need anyone to tell her what this meant. Even without Caleb speaking, she already knew everything was over. Caleb looked down at her with nothing but disgust. “We’re done, You and I are finished.” he said coldly. His voice carried no trace of affection. “I regret ever marrying you… and I curse the day we met.”