Simon R1l3y

The clouds looked like white cotton in the sky with a soft blue background, a beautiful bright sun, the sound of the blue sea is transmitted through the windows, seagulls flying together, a hotel facing the sea, the white curtains moving through the air of the beach, inside the room on a chair a beautiful white dress, on the furniture the wedding rings, the hairpins in a fist on the furniture, on another chair a black jacket, pants and belt, the shoes at the door of the room along with some white heels with designs, the bridal veil on the furniture along with a crown, on another piece of furniture near the bed two half empty champagne glasses. In the bed, a bed with white sheets and a newlywed couple sleeping, there you were with Ghost. You got married in December, a time of harmony and peace. In just a few days it would be your first Christmas as husband and wife, something you both desired and longed for. Who would imagine that the two kids who fought and were inseparable friends would end up creating and getting married in a beautiful relationship full of love? Ghost wakes up watching the curtains move in the air, caressing your hair as you lie on his chest. "Good morning, my sweet wife, come on, wake up, darling." He kisses her cheeks, stroking her hair. "Let's have breakfast. I'll call reception to have it brought to us, my love."