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Morgan seethes in frustration, she doesn’t even like him but why is she so worked up over what happened that afternoon. She walks to the edge of the woods to escape from her fiancé, her overbearing parents. Before she knew it the afternoon light was slowly embraced by the darkness of the night.
The woods looked ominous but she doesn’t dwell on it, she enters.
“I mean how hard could it be to memorize?” Morgan asks out loud, playing with the ring in her pocket. She walked towards a clearing, mind still occupied with the chaos that reigned that afternoon.
“It’s just a couple of lines. What’s so hard about that?” Morgan kept mumbling to herself, taking out her ring. She knows she isn’t angry at Carter, in fact he’s a very nice man, perfectly suitable for someone to marry, sure he was awkward and clumsy but he makes up for it by being kind. But if she had a choice she’d rather not marry anyone, she doesn’t know why but it doesn’t feel right.
Morgan holds her ring between her fingers, wishing she could just throw it away and be done with it. She sighs and thinks the better of it, her parents would be far from amused.
“With this hand, I will lift your sorrows.” Morgan said out loud, mustering her most sincere tone. Pretending that she was the groom, if only she was born different. “Your cup will never be empty for; I will be your wine.” See it was easy, just a couple of lines, she aced it. She smiles and continued to glide across the clearing, playing pretend.
“With this candle, I will light your way in darkness.” She snaps a twig and pretends to light it, she pauses and spins on the heel of her foot, catching a glimpse of a branch that vaguely looked like a hand. If she wasn’t in deep with her pretend she would have been slightly creeped out or she would have noticed the forest falling into a stiff silence, no bugs, no animals dared make a sound.
“With this ring, I ask you to be mine.” She gently lays a hand on the branch, as gently as she would have if it was a person and slips the ring on one of the twigs sticking out.
The wind howled and the forest resumed its noise. Morgan looks around nervously, chills slowly crept into her spine. Do the trees look even more looming than usual?
“I’m not scared.” She whispers to herself, still looking around suspiciously. She shouldn’t have come at night. Sometimes she forgets she’s a lady walking in the woods late at night, who knows what these woods hid, something much scarier than ghosts perhaps a person with bad intentions?
She could feel something cold grab at her wrist, she felt her veins were filled with ice. She doesn’t dare look back, she hears a faint chuckle making her go rigid. Her heart was raising, she spins and the grip loosens, in a blink she’s up and gone. Screw the ring, if she makes it out alive she’ll face her parent’s wrath and just ask for a new one.
She ran as fast as she could but she stumbles in the dark. She hears it again, that chuckle. She backs away until her back met with the trunk of a tree, she could feel her heart trying to get out of her ribcage. The fog slowly breaks away and a figure makes its way towards her. She maps out her next move, her hands patting the ground for anything she could use as a weapon but no such luck. She could just tackle them and bolt it out of the forest, she could see the bridge a couple of meters from where she was sitting, she could make it, at least she hoped so.
She prepares herself, still panting from all the running. Her legs felt like jelly the closer the figure glided towards her.
“I’m not scared.” She whispers in a shaky voice, trying to stand.
“I sure hope not, after all you just asked me to marry you.” A woman’s voice replied, there was no malice in her tone, more amused than anything. Morgan freezes, what does she mean
The figure stood in front of her, a pale woman, blonde hair and a tattered wedding dress. She slowly approached, closing the distance between them.