Abandoned Bride

Briana was walking without any kind of fixed route.

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All hopes: had dwindled to that day, into nothingness itself. She had lost the person she loved the most.

Not because she had decided so; quite the contrary: she had been jilted at the altar.

That gray”eyed girl continued walking, ignoring the pain she felt when she stepped on the stones of the road, thus cushioning the pain she had in her heart.

She did not care about the curious glances of the vehicles that passed by her, nothing interested her at that moment. Step by step, she felt like a lifeless shell; with a white dress accompanying the purity she now did not have.

Something made her slow down, there was a small wooden house a few meters away.

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There were some flowers planted there that she recorded when she was a little girl, and that made her go to that place.

She walked, like a lost firefly towards the light.

She did not look back, she had no one to cry for her, no one to miss her: therefore she did not care if a cruel destiny awaited her in that place.

After several minutes, she was already in front of those flowers and caressed them with her fingertips. She closed her eyes remembering when her little hand did it.

Suddenly, she was curious about the interior of that house, she peeked inside a little cautiously.

Curious though.

The interior was quite well lit, the large windows apparently helped to keep with own light.

Briana without a second's hesitation had already knocked on the door, when an extremely attractive boy appeared in her vision. She wanted to say something, but all the way she had tried to say a word however none came out of her mouth.

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"Are you all right?" she asked him.

The young man looked horrified, and a little frightened at the bride who was staring blankly at him. After glancing at her, he could see that she was very pretty. She had large, expressionless gray eyes and blonde, waist”length hair.

She didn't say anything just stood like that, and he looked at her confused and asked again:

"Do you need help?”

Ella negó con la cabeza y se dio la vuelta sin decir nada para irse. Pero ese joven no podía soltar a esa chica que se veía bastante mal, le tomó la mano y al hacerlo: sintió algo que nunca antes había sentido, una corriente eléctrica recorrió su columna vertebral y al parecer esa joven también lo había sentido. , porque ella lo miró con sorpresa.

"Quédate, te ves mal".

Briana volvió los ojos hacia el camino frío y luego volvió la cara para mirar al joven con la sonrisa amable. Él asintió y se dirigió al interior de la casa.

"¿Tienes hambre?", le preguntó.

Aunque lo supiera: no tendría respuesta; esa joven asintió con la cabeza. Se había sentado frente a una mesa grande, que estaba ubicada en el medio de la sala de estar.

Después de unos minutos: tenía un tazón de sopa caliente frente a ella. El joven se sentó a unos metros de ella. Por alguna razón no podía dejar de mirarla, tenía mucha curiosidad de saber por qué estaba en esa condición.

Era como si hubiera adoptado algo de la calle, no quería decirlo así, pero eso era lo que pensaba. Briana después de sentirse un poco observada, levantó sus ojos grises hacia ese extraño chico.

"No quise asustarte, solo me das curiosidad, lo siento".

Briana no pudo decir nada. Al contrario, permaneció en silencio sin decir nada y sin poder decir nada.

El resto del día pasó sin ningún inconveniente para ella.

Mientras observaba con curiosidad la ventana, ese amigable extraño se acercó a su lado y la miró un poco confundido.