A rustle of silk, the soft tiptoe of my foot, my heart a cold stone.

Like a bear cub, crying silently in the night for its mother.

Just a stream of tears flowing down my cheek.

Tiptoe. Sigh. Retrace my steps back to my room.

The next morning, my wedding, my whole life changed. 


By Shu T.

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