It was within her grasp. She couldn't believe how easy she could have gotten what she wanted. Now, with a portion of her rumpled white gown tightly fisted in her hands, she stared at the lifeless body of her beloved fiance, garbed in his black tuxedo - the attire he had worn on the day they were supposed to wed hours earlier.
As she looked upon his peaceful face and immobile body in a casket, her hollow eyes hid the anguish and sadness in them, her heart felt too numb to even curse the drunk driver who caused her sorrow for making her lose her soulmate - she wondered what was left of her shattered life now.
Life isn't fair, she thought to herself before an empty smile graced her lips and she bent her head to kiss her dead fiance's forehead, whispering brokenly the vows they were supposed to exchange before plunging the knife she had hidden with her gown into her stomach.
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