She smiled as she handed out the invite, every invite was a stab to her heart. She, the messenger?
She stood among the guests of honour, by the side, watched him wait for her to walk into his arms. The love, the smile, the look in each others eyes will never be forgotten. With every smile, her heart tear.
While he runs off with his happiness; she sat by the side, alone, and cried... and cried... and cried...
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