My heart was beating louder with each step I took inside the venue I felt like my freedom was being restricted and just wanted to run away from the scene knowing I'll never find love like him again but I tried to keep my feelings in control
a look at him reminded me of our nights when i slept by his side after he was done ruining me Only if he felt the same about me the way he does about her Maybe I would have been the one holding his hand and kissing on altar
This is Scene 12 of The Altar I Was Denied, a short story in form of poetry written by Messier Plath.