I Die on my Wedding Day 8

I Die on my Wedding Day 8

under my nostrils to check my breath

Watching her suddenly step back, her eyes 

filled with shock and terror

Watching her collapse to the ground, staring 

at the long nail in my chest, her eyes wide 

with panic

After seven years of reunion with her, she had 

always been superior and bossy, but this was 

the first time I saw such a rich array of 

emotions on her face

It was indeed interesting

The air was filled with the smell of blood and 

a faint stench. After enjoying her 

performance, I turned to look at myself.My 

skin was no longer vibrant, and the parts 

soaked in blood were turning black, making 

me look like a stiff rag doll

She hadn’t been gentle, the back of my head 

was horrific… 

I couldn’t bear to watch anymore and floated out of the basement

Mom, it’s me, can youcome to my hotel room?” 

I seem to havemessedmessed up“You’ll understand when you get here, I can’t explain it in a few words.” 

Hurry up, I’m scared” 

Patricia, tearyeyed, choked up as she called 

her mother on my phone

Tears blurred her exquisite makeup; she was 

as pathetic as she could be

I sat crosslegged, leisurely enjoying her pitiful state

After Patricia calmed down, she closed the 

I Die on my Wedding Day

I Die on my Wedding Day

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