After the day I had returned Angela to her mother, I went out to town’s bar to get drunk. Perhaps hoping that by drinking, I would probably kill myself, hoping that the problems would cease. I remembered feeling why I was so upset; I felt betrayed by the women I had fallen in love with after discovering that someone before me had “deflowered” her. I had given her everything, even bought her a new house but all I received in return was betrayal.

My family members dragged me back home from the town. I wasn’t myself anym

The next day, Alexandra was buried and I had decided to go back home and stop this ridiculous search for a wife. I walked into my room and there were hundreds of letters written from Angela V scattered on my bed that my parents had left for me. I grabbed on letter and look at it and wondered why she had written to me. I was about to open it but I had a feeling it was just letters of apologizes from her of what she had done to me. So I just decided to put all the letters together and tied them up in a ribbon and left it in the corner of my room.

It was noontime and all the towns’ people had met up at the church. I was standing there at the footsteps of the church greeting people and thrilled with joy that I am finally about to be married and that nothing could go wrong now. The high noon sun was hovering above me and it was heating up, especially me since my outfit was all black with many layers underneath. But it was o.k., because a groom has to do what a grooms has to do in order to look his best, even if it means to lose a couple pounds from the heat.

Everything from that moment on seems to be in slow motion where I could distinctly see and remembered everything as the great tragic event happened. I could see the smoke coming out of the barrel of the gun. Alexandra ran to me with fear. She tripped over her wedding dress and fell right into my arms and when she did, she looked at me with eyes of sorrow. Then a drop of blood came out of her mouth. The bullet had gotten her in the back. Her once white wedding dress was now filled with red blood, which had smeared all over the dress. I felt as if my world has ended.

I was in my late twenties when I drove into a town that was very quiet; too quiet, it seemed. I needed a drink from the long exhausted drive in the hot sun. Heading into the town, the sun was setting and I noticed everybody was indoors, with all their windows locked and shut. It looked like a ghost town with that dreary feeling when you get walking into a cemetery. The smell of the air was almost like the smell that lingers are a chapel. I pulled up to a bar and heard laughing as if there were a party going on inside. I invited myself in, carrying my saddlebags along my side. As I walked in, I saw hundreds of people drinking and dancing. The bar lounge was huge, stretching from one corner to the other, filled with many drunk men and women who were just there, looking as if they were having a good. I walked to the bar where the bartender asked me “What would you like there, señor?”

It was on a Sunday that Alexandra and I were suppose to be wed. With my seamed black pants along with my white shirt, I had worn my best outfit for a groom. I was truly happy and couldn’t wait to finally see my soon to be bride. Alexandra was at her house getting ready and I was supposed to meet her at the church along with the whole town to witness the wedding. I will never forget that day. How much it had haunted me and hurts me with great g

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