The darkness hid your tears and muted your voice. The man beside you is sleeping soundly.
You hummed a lullabye in your head as you gently stroked his hair. You opened your mouth, the words were careful not to make any sound. At least you were able to say what you wanted to. The tears were wiped with the fresh pillowcase. The tear stains will disappear by the time he wakes up. Or maybe he will still see them, but will not notice.
This, you pictured, is what getting married is all about. It was a nightmare that was so real, you could almost taste the tears.
