Chapter 3 My ugly fate

Suddenly my groom ran into the room. He held my body, sobbing uncontrollably. He didn't know that I was there, that I was watching him. I could see the pain on his face, the agony in his heart. It was as if his world had ended. But I knew that I was still with him, still a part of his life. I wished I could tell him that, but I knew it was impossible. I was a ghost, and he was living in the physical world. We were two different beings now, living in two different realms. My fiancé held my body for what seemed like an eternity, and then he finally got up. He placed a soft kiss on my cheek, and then turned to leave. I watched him walk away, wishing I could follow him. But I knew I couldn't. I was trapped in this place, between life and death. And yet, I felt a sense of peace. I knew that I had loved and been loved, and that was enough. It was all I needed. The room was suddenly filled with people. My family and friends were there, all of them sobbing and clutching one another. They couldn't see me, but I could see them. My best friend, Annabel, was there too. She was crying harder than anyone else. She had known me since we were children, and we had been inseparable ever since. I wanted to tell her that I was okay, that I was here, but I couldn't. I could only watch as they mourned me, as they grieved for the person they had lost. As the hours passed, the room began to empty. People trickled out, one by one, until only Annabel was left. She stood by my body, whispering farewell to me. She reached out and touched my cheek, her tears falling on my face. And then, she turned and walked out of the room. I felt a sense of sadness, knowing that she would never see me again. But at the same time, I felt a sense of peace, knowing that she would always remember me. I closed my eyes, and let myself drift into a deep, dreamless sleep. I opened my eyes as the hospital attendants entered the room. They were dressed in white scrubs, their faces serious. They were there to take my body away, to prepare me for the mortuary. I followed them as they lifted me onto a gurney and wheeled me out of the room. I could hear the hospital staff talking, making plans for my funeral. They didn't know that I was there, listening to every word. I felt strange, being a ghost in this world, invisible to everyone. We entered the hospital morgue, and I was placed on a cold metal table. The attendants began to wash my body, dressing it in a clean gown. I watched them, not knowing what to feel. I had never imagined this moment, never thought about what it would be like to be dead. I felt a sense of disbelief, as if this was all just a dream. But I knew it was real. I was really dead, and my body was being prepared for burial. I tried to feel at peace, but I couldn't. I could still feel the pain of my death, the feeling of being ripped away from my life. I could still feel the anger, the need for justice. I knew that someone had killed me, and I wasn't going to rest until I found out who it was. I had to find the person who had done this to me, who had taken my life away. And so, I set out on a journey to find my murderer. I would not stop until I had my answers, until I had my revenge. I go by the name Cindy, the only child, born to a loving parents who adored me. My father was a hardworking man, but he was killed in a motorcycle accident when I was only ten years old. I was devastated by the loss of my father, while my mother worked tirelessly to provide for me. Even though we were struggling financially, mother never let me want for anything. I grew up to be a kind and compassionate person, always willing to help others. When i was 21, i met the man who turned out to become my fiancé. We met at a coffee shop, and we hit it off immediately. As I sat in the coffee shop, sipping my latte, I noticed a man sitting across from me. He was tall and handsome, with dark hair and hazel eyes. I smiled at him, and he smiled back. We started talking, and I quickly realized that we had a lot in common. We both loved music and art, and we had similar values and beliefs. It was like we were meant to meet each other. After that first meeting, we started dating, and our relationship blossomed.