This was the day. The love of your life was about to make a major mistake, marrying a person who was impersonating you, marrying the wrong person.
Feet pounding against the ground with every step taken. Your feet hurt but you didn't care, you had to stop this wedding. Upon approaching the church you began to get a little nervous at the thought of barging into a wedding.
Shaking the nerve wracking thoughts aside, you burst into the church shouting, "I object!"
...No...this wasn't a wedding...this was a funeral. There was some noise coming from the coffin for a moment before it stopped. After a moment or two, a person sat up from the coffin, panting heavily.
Everybody in the church turned towards you with tears in their eyes. A few people, who you assumed to be the persons close family, had broke down in tears and incomprehensible sobs, others had wept silent tears. The person, who was now sitting up right in the coffin, was staring at you, wondering if this was all a fever dream or if you had really just objected their death.
Heart beating furiously, you slowly backed out of the church. But before you could get fully out the door, the persons mother had run up to you and hugged you tightly, sobbing almost unintelligible thank you's.
You simply stood there, frozen. You didn't even know what you did or what to do. After a moment, you slowly wrapped your arms around the mother silently, not knowing what to say.
The person in the coffin slowly got out and stretched their limbs, them being stiff after not moving for so long. After this nice stretch, they slowly walked towards you and their sobbing mother.
Once they had reached you, their mother let go and embraced her child in a tight hug, afraid of letting them go again. Looking up from the hug, they nodded at you with tears in their eyes, a small sign a gratefulness. You nodded back and quietly left the church.
After standing outside that door for a while, you rethought a few things and decided that if the love of your life have been sure to marry someone who was doing a poor job at impersonating you, then maybe they would be happier marrying that person.
Nodding to yourself, you started walking along the sidewalk, have a feeling of self satisfaction for bringing happiness to someone, even if that someone wasn't you.
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Random short stories
Short StoryHah, I probably wrote anything I put here at 12 - 2 AM. Don't expect these to be good whatsoever, they're probably from a writing prompt I saw on pintrest or something. Also, my glass were broken during the time I wrote the first (and maybe second...
