The continuous pitter-patter of raindrops was the only thing that comforted her. She stood still as the cold rain drenched her and the freezing wind swirled around her, staring at the spot where she last saw him walked away from her.

She welcomed the cold wind as it numbed her senses, distracted her from the emptiness in her chest.

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Today was supposed to be the day that she'd been waiting for. The day that she would get married to the man that she loved most and who loved her back and doted on her more than her grandfather did. Not even once did it cross her mind that half of her would die today, or that her heart would be shattered instantly by the man who promised to bring her joy and take away all her sorrows.

The sound of the bells from the small church wasn't a happy sound at all. For her, they sounded like the bells of death. Her death at that moment. She wished she had died, but she was still there suffering. If she died, everything would be gone. Everything that happened would mean nothing to her. No life, no pain, no suffering. That's what she wanted at that moment. Hoping and praying that God would grant that wish.

Long hours passed as she stood there, reminiscing on the time they spent together, waiting for him to change his mind and come back to her. Finally, two men in suits come to her with an umbrella.

"Miss, we will take you to the hotel."

She didn't say a thing. She knew he had sent them for her but she wanted him to personally pick her up.

"No." She suddenly felt her lips wobble. She was cold, her lips had turned purple, but she didn't move.

"We'll have to force you then." A woman in a suit, one of the bodyguards, told her. She wrapped a warm blanket around her, and the bodyguard lifted her up from the ground.

And then it hit her. He was never coming. He had really left her, and it was probably her fault. She was dumb, stupid, and not good enough.