Lonley Little Corpse Bride
Emily rolled over in their bed, expecting to find the large mass of her husband on the other side, but when she rolled over, she found nothing. His side of the bed was empty. Normally this wouldn’t bother her, maybe he was with Cece, or making breakfast, but it was early. She opened one of her eyes, his side of the bed was undisturbed. Emily bolted upright in the bed and looked around, “Cam.” she called, “Camden?” Emily sat still for a moment hoping to hear him answer. He always answered.
Something was wrong. Emily didn’t know why, but she was starting to panic. She threw the covers off of her and ran to the kitchen. “Cam? Where are you?” She didn’t see him. Where could he be? It’s too early for work, he tells me when he goes on runs. Emily’s mind was racing and so was her heart. She checked Lottie’s old room, and Cece’s room. Cece was sound asleep. Emily ran back to their room, something caught her eye. On her dresser was a piece of paper, and a necklace. Emily shook her head. “Camden, please.” Her voice cracked and she reached for the paper with a trembling hand.
Emily stood silent, staring at the paper for awhile, before slowly crouching down and curling up into a ball. She sat and waited for the tears to come, but none did. Emily looked down at her hands. The second she focused on her ring, the tears she waited for started to fall. Emily crumpled up the piece of paper in her hand and stood up. It was a challenge to get dressed for moving hurt too much, and she had to stop to catch her breath. Slowly, she stepped into Cece’s room and gave her a soft kiss, “I’ll be back.” she whispered, and walked out the door. With her vision blurry, she stumbled through the circus. Emily looked down at her feet before running right into someone. “Excuse..me.”
Sally needed fresh air. Yes, that was what she needed. But would it solve her problems, she would ask herself over and over again. No. It would only make her realize her gloominess, of all the bitter, twisted lies of the world and how unfortunate it would be for a girl to have the same empty feeling Sally had in the pit of her stomach. And it wouldn’t go away either. Ever since Artie left, her stomach churned when she saw food and her head bowed, shoulders lowered and eyes drooped whenever she spoke to someone. Artie changed her, and she would never be the same. To think that one of her friends may go through the same thing later on made her feel horrible. But it would never happen, right? Merida was engulfing herself in Max’s love, and the same for Emily to Camden.
Now she left the clothes shop where she had been working on the same annoying vest as she had before, often accidentally stabbing herself with the needle when her fingers weren’t quick enough. Sal had a band-aid or two on a couple of her fingers, though she found it odd that it had happened, since she never made a mistake in her work. She couldn’t deny that she was different than ever now. Like her past self… wasn’t even a past self. Just some stranger who she knew to have everything she could always want: a job, and a man who would be her true love forever. Forever. Lies. It could never be forever. Ever. Why had she fallen in love in the first place? Was it that she believed he was her soul mate? That their palms were seamlessly made to it each other? Her face was stained with cold, frozen tears by now. Eyes glaring at the small rose she held in her hand that she picked up along her walk, Sally threw it to the ground and stepped on it, imagining the small red petals dissolving into the white snow. Like blood.
Little had she known, someone bumped into her and Sally looked up to see Emily, who looks like she also had been crying. Roughly wiping away her own tears, Sal pulled Em into a hug. She didn’t know why Emily was crying, but it must be something big for her to cry, and she hadn’t cried in a while. She didn’t speak. She didn’t utter a word. All she knew was that Em needed her help.