Beautiful Bride

Beautiful Bride

February 2010

I killed her. It was easy you see, she was a still a young and frail women. It was very easy. I approached her on night; the day had been bright and beautiful and the night was just as beautiful. She stood no chance against me. She never suspected that when she fell asleep that she would never wake.

We’ve been together since that white day we both said, “I do.” Oh, that was a happy day. We were both so happy on that day. She was so beautiful walking down that aisle all dressed in white. Her smile, also white, was bright and cheery. She cried almost the whole time she was so happy. Her smile never faded though. She wept through her vows, smiling and crying at the same time. She was so beautiful I wanted to skip the ceremony and take her home right then. When the ceremony ended, we rejoiced with our family’s all together. Everyone was happy and participated in the celebration. There was food, drink, and even dancing. We laughed together at the young children trying to dance to the music and teared at the love that gleamed in our parent’s eyes as the two couples danced to slow song. There was beauty everywhere, from the cake to the decorations, but none could compare to my beautiful bride.

After the reception, our family and friends saw us off in a long white limo that led us to the nicest hotel in the state. We made consummated our marriage; call it whatever you will, it was beautiful. I carried my bride in my arms through the doorway to a beautiful hotel room, where we stained the sheets with our future. The honeymoon was so beautiful. No one could comprehend how much I enjoyed waking up to my wife right next to me, with the sunrise gleaming off of her face. This newly-wed wife of mine and I will make a beautiful life together.

And so we did. We returned to reality and happily finished our pursuit for our desired careers. She became a high school English teacher, and I became a brain surgeon. Our life was beautiful. Our careers made us wealthy, mostly thanks to myself; so we had a large house on a couple of acres. Our house was three stories plus a basement, a house bigger than any we’d ever had. It had a front and back porch, both with beautiful views of the surrounding nature scenery. The grounds were always well kept, and the grass was always green and well watered.

The house had plenty of windows that let in enough light to awaken the whole house. The light reflected off of the natural wood floor and warm dark colored walls. The kitchen was always inviting with the smell of my beautiful wife’s fine cooking. An excellent cook she was; I do suspect she stole recopies off of the television and internet but that didn’t matter any to me. They were always delicious and served with her tender, loving smile. The house was always warm, bright, and inviting, as was she, my beautiful bride.

We had a wonderful time together, my bride and me. We took luxurious vacations and traveled the world. Together, we searched out the most beautiful places on the planet. We searched in the north and in the south, in the snow and in the forest, and in the desert and to the waterfalls of the tropic. Nowhere could we find anything more beautiful than my bride.

She gave birth to me one child, a beautiful baby boy, shortly after our marriage. He was so beautiful I felt my heart break every time his eyes watered. He was a beautiful baby that grew into a darling son. He always strove to impress me. He made me pictures from his own two hands, caught me bugs, and even learned how to ride his bicycle on his own in order to impress me. I cherished him so much that I couldn’t resist his simple request for a puppy.

He grew older into a strapping young lad. He learned well from me, I could see. He treated the ladies well most importantly, but he also became the starting quarterback in high school. I went to every game to support him; no matter the outcome of the game, I always told him how proud I was.

He took after me in looks too. He grew into a fine man. He went to medical school completely off of scholarships and became a neurologist. He is just starting to settle down with his own beautiful bride and begin his own family. When he moved out of course, he allowed me to keep the dog I’d grown so attached to.

Yes, our family was perfect, our home was perfect, and our lives were simply perfect. That was it though; everything had gotten boring. Simply, my beautiful bride’s job was done. She had bore me a son and stayed loyally by my side. I no longer had use for her. Yes, she could have probably served use for me in the future when I become old and disabled, because I’d long let myself go. She was still beautiful. She had stayed just as young and beautiful as the day I’d married her, but I am finished with her. She is not ready to retire like me. She stayed by me so loyally so that is why I have decided to spare her the grief of me leaving her.

She is already dead; her beautiful face already pale. I dressed her up in her wedding gown and laid her gently on the bed, just as I had done on the night of our honeymoon.

“Do not morn, my beautiful bride. Your job is done, and you did me well,” I whispered in her ear and kissed her cheek gently. “Rejoice my dear, you may rest now.”

I left her side for the first time since our marriage and made way for my plane to the southern islands, out of the country, and out of suspicion. By the time she is found, I will be long gone, because the islands is only my first stop. I am searching again for a beautiful bride.