Her Wedding: Ch. 10

I enter the password and open the main door. The darkness greets me. Without turning on the lights, I head for the nearest support I can find - the piano.

Slump on the piano, your fingers too numb to move… Now, you have my permission to cry.

I rest my weight on the piano, my eyes too tired to cry. It has been a long and torturing night…

No… It has been a prolonged and tormenting life.

I look closely at the reflection in the polished grand piano. It is an image of a pathetic, worn-out tramp…

Let the tears reflecting the image of her in her wedding gown trickle down your piano, which you played everyday for her.

There will be no music tonight.

But if you wished to escape, you should have let them see you for who you really are. Don’t attend the wedding. But I know, more than anyone else, that if you don’t go, your heart would be at the wedding without you. And that would mean that you are already dead…

In spite of my miserable state, I manage to ask him one last question.

“Who are you? Who are you to persecute me?”

Hahaha… Who am I? I am amused you even asked…

…

I am Satan Incarnate.

The man in the mirror waits for my reply, but all that greets him is silence…