Onward

She got there early and took a seat at the back of the looming church.
She did not bother to kneel before entering the pew, but she knelt on the padded
Bar attached to the pew in front of her, said a small prayer for feelings she
Couldn't justify, and waited for the others to arrive. Flowers bordered the
White aisle. She found no happiness in them being there, even knowing what
Was to come. To love the groom, but never be loved by him in return. And to
Hate the bride, but be loved by her in return. Confusion filled her clouded heart.
Why was this happening? As she murmured those words aloud, more guests
Crowded Into the wide space, all visibly happy on this joyous occassion. She
Froze at the sight of him, grinning ear to ear in his rented attire beside the
Altar. Then, the bridesmaids filed to the front and stood across from the
Groomsmen. The traditional wedding march filled the frigid air, which was just
Cold enough to keep the sweat from the brow of the nervous groom. The bride
Appeared, and the audience stood to appreciate her her artificial beauty. The
Unnoticed guest remained seated. Vows were made. A quick, passionate kiss.
Hands coming together repeatedly in celelbration. She fled before her presence
Became known. Oh, to hate the groom, and never love again.