You promised not to give her out, for a bottle of champagne, at the age of twenty.

You discussed about this when she was eighteen, her intention of getting married between twenty five and twenty six, nothing less.

You know her too well. She's been more of everything you had on earth after the departure of her beloved mother, when she was four.

She only mattered to you, since then. So you'd build an armour around her heart to keep to this promise, and your word still holds, never to fail her.

You were shocked to hear her change her mind, after the day she came home drunk, from a friend's birthday party.

She showed you her middle finger. A shiny pearl that must have cost a lot, then she rings a bell about his proposal.

You were dumbfounded. It's not even April, to assume it a prank. You know her to be certain with her words, and whatever that might have altered this interest, you were not in support of.

So you told her to turn down the proposal.

She couldn't eat that day. As a matter of concern, it beats your heart so bad to watch her starve for the first time.

You tried to speak to her, but she shut the door on you.

She cried all night. She would hit the door with a punch continuously, until her fingers became bruised.

You dangled in pity. Maybe it is your mind who couldn't just let you be.
You don't want her to go astray, she still got the vibe at twenty.

Okay, yes. Okay. Yes.
You then agreed, pointing your index finger to the multicolored fluorescent above your head.

She became relieved after your support was earned, but in quick time; she went anxious about your view.

On the day of her matrimony.

You walked with her on the hallway, with some parts of her smile wangling on your cheek like someone who had been punched with an ice.

She waved her hands lowly, to her friends who were seated at the back of the hall, then proceeded with the steps in accord to the hymn that was mellowed, at the choir end.

You gave her hands to the priest who would unite both of them. You took steps backward, while you had your eyes on the groom who still seem unworthy, even now.

Then, is there anyone who can show just cause why this couple cannot lawfully be joined together, speak now or forever hold your peace. — The priest mouthed to the congregation.

All eyes were planted at the church entrance, until your hand went high above everyone's head.

She let go off the flower, with a tear.

Chaos happened. Distant chatter from people's lip. Some people were shocked to the core.

She couldn't control the tears, and the look from her friends, which had already eaten her up. So she left the church hall to seek serenity for her broken heart.

You felt guilty.

Whatever that might have made you keep to her words wasn't ordinary.
Another man would eventually show up at the right time.— you tapped your head, you took deep breath continuously.

That night, she came back home.

You weren't asleep. Your eyes were swollen.

She grabbed your hands, as if you needed to be consoled, like you got a heart broken.

You sensed the wry smile on her face.

She thanked you for your understanding, and how far you've been there for her.

She told you she fought so hard to break her promises, that night after her friend's birthday party.

She said it was a game of Truth or Dare, and the main rule was Loyalty.

In all, you were glad too.

You had been part of the game, you didn't screw up.

You embraced.

Twenty six came, and she was taken.

You had this story to tell.


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