In front of the camera, the guy named Marcus wears a loose-blue suit of cotton wide open pared with a baggy white ribbon on his neck. His look seems hopeless, highly depressed, and unfocused. His height is similar to one of those NBA players. The small arms placed in front of his chest, holding a cup of wine almost empty.
Next to Marcus, a nice-looking girl wears a leather dress long enough to touch the floor. From this 2D perspective, I would dare to say the one-piece yellow garment she is using is tight-fitting. The fascinating air in her face shows uncontrollable happiness. (Madness was also a possibility.) The gray flowers expanding from her feet to the neck perfectly combined with her white and plastic gloves.
A spring green scenery behind the entire scene made their dressy clothes stood up like the shiniest stars do on a magnificent stary night. The line of dozens of pines and oaks in the distance created the perfect illusion of an endless basin.
Also, in the frame, we can notice three bridesmaids are dressed the same. Emotionless and surprise is the general expression of those people. Who are they coming with? I would say the girl, Eowyn. Pity and discontent were reflected in their well-worked eyebrows. Poor Marcus, if the spell wouldn't have been that strong, he would have been mine, thought the tallest girl.
The father of the bride knew his only and beloved daughter was a monster. The accident they suffered a decade before was still making him feel week and stupid. Horrific thoughts tormented him the entire event. Please, Kinia, if you are there, do not come tonight; leave my daughter's mind for one day," muttered the father. No one heard him say that.
But now, after that simple description, what happened after that is what matters the most—the wedding.
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Eowyn, the yellow one I mentioned before, always had a double personality. Perhaps, that was the reason the guy was scared. Marcus's future wife grew up with many stories from authors like J. R. R. Tolkien or Isaac Asimov. Her story becomes fascinating when you discover her personage favorite was Smeagol, or should I say Gollum?
Here is an extract of the last conversation her mother heard from the girl the day before.
'I don't know. I can't help him. He's a nice guy, Eowyn, deserves nothing.'
'No, no, he needs you... Marcus is just...shy. If we were fools, we would let him go, but we are not stupids right, my dear? we keep promises.'
'I will be a burden for him...You know that, Kinia—'
'Shut up! You silly girl, you will marry him and after that our pain will be less, yes, yes. It will be'
This note is more for me more. I have noticed something in my writing. I imitate the tone of my favorite writers do, and that means a sad essay.
Onward...
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