It was more than crying. It was the sound of a heart breaking. Her pain was the kind of lifeless bawling that stems from someone who is void of any hope. Her agony echoed so deep into the abyss of the outer world.

Blood expectorated out of her throat, as she saw the blood escaping from his arms, legs, and mouth- as he slowly let out his final breath. The crowd was frantic, each one's screams trying to overshadow the other.

But the altar was just the two of them, only one sustaining breath. Her wails engulfed the newly rose colored gown- white patches scattered throughout the sheer veil.

He was gone, so the anguish within her could not bear to endure. The pain would not subside, she had realized.

So she chose to depart from the ache, which the sound of her own wailing brought upon her, and left with a smile, knowing he was waiting.