She switched out the delicate white wedding gown for the black lace dress with the high bodice. Because this was far from a wedding. This was a funeral, as far as she was concerned, a funeral where she would lay her identity, her freedom, to rest.
The silence in the wedding hall when she stepped out from the grand double doors was resounding. Numerous pairs of eyes swept up and down her body, from her dark hair sloppily tied in a bun, to her meek bouquet of pale blue hydrangeas, to her bare feet.
Let them see. Nadia took her first step down the aisle, the wooden floors cold to her skin.
Let them all see that they would never have all of her.
She squeezed her hand around the sharp thorn she insisted be left on her bouquet stem. She didn’t even flinch as the thorn pierced through her palm, sending jolts of pain up her arm. Thick drops of blood trickled down her wrist and puddled under her feet.
Let them all see that she fought them until the end.
© Jade M. Wong 2016
Written for MindLoveMisery’s Menagerie Photo Challenge #117.