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Matilda Vaughn POV
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I kissed his lips again…
I couldn't get enough of him.
He had me tight in his arms, as he carried me.
The veil over my head was waving in the air, as the cold air brushed through it as I smiled but…
But the cold air turned hot
I could feel the intensity of the surrounding
It wasn't a beautiful home
But it was a hell
I looked at him, wanting him to do something
Make the burn to stop, I could feel my clothes slowly shredding off
But his eyes held no concern
When he dropped me down
The flowers in hand, dropped dead into ashes
And when I looked down, my legs were tied
I was trapped
The wedding ring on my finger felt like a handcuff
Prisoner
That's what I felt
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I walked in front of the mirror
My eyes looked heavy, swollen
