Wicked Wings [COMPLETE]

EPILOGUE

Sunrise offered a very beautiful spectacle; the water was quite unruffled, but the motion communicated by the tides was so great that, although there was not a breath of air stirring, the sea heaved slowly with a grand and majestic motion.

-George Grey

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Very often she had looked for sunshine, although someone had dearly named her so long ago. But the intricacies of life were such that she was more than often cornered in her own musings, whenever she even took a dive remotely deep into the occurrences of the past.

Hanging by a thread had only seemed like a phrase long ago, a textual aura that keeps the readers captive, till she had brush with the very words for real, the one that changed the course of her life forever.

From sacrilege to shibboleths, the fine line between love and hate, the little distinction between reality and nightmares, fear of unknowing essences had always blanketed her, pulling her uncannily towards their realm, where joy became the biggest will-o'-the-wisp of her life.

Her mind had locked those occurrences of the past, willingly so, somehow, long ago, yet when she even spared a second, reluctantly to revisit that same memory lane, she was flabbergasted at her own self to know what an insane photographic memory she possessed, something that rendered her speechless, hurt, and at the same time pushed her to question her very own existence.

And now, as she watched the serene meadows, the lush green surrounding that were once again accompanied by the dubious violet roses, a symbol that held an intriguing connection with her past, her nightmares, she didn't know whether they had budded today to bask in the glory of the day, or just be a constant reminder of who she truly was, who she truly used to be.

Used to be.

The three words were the most simple combination ever, yet in her heart she knew the deepest and the darkest impact they had, one that defined her entire life as on today and she didn't even know what she felt at this moment.

There could possibly exist definitions for everything under the horizon, yet there were things, feelings to be concrete that sometimes were too difficult to be defined, and she felt just the same as the quandary of what her own state was, was something she could never put into words.

She would have lost herself yet again to the train of her thoughts like she often did over all these years, had the giggles of the little girls holding the train of her long white gown not broken her reverie, and she instantly lifted her gaze, as if pulled back to reality as she saw all the people standing, surrounding her, surrounding them, in a circle, and she was taken aback.

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''Miss. Vermount, I ask again, do you take this man to be your husband?''

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Khushi gasped as she heard the pastor reiterate what he had previously said, right before she had almost lost herself to the oblivion, that often took her to a territory she had no knack to visit but it still continued to be an imperative part of her life, the one that defined her present, because she was born from her past.

As she darted her eyes at the people standing with waiting gazes, she was still in a daze.

But it was her sister's face that caught her attention as she gave her a look, making Khushi straighten and realize, this was indeed real.

Jasmine lip-synced to her, ''What is WRONG with you?''

And that very instant, Khushi knew, nothing.