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Entry 1

The coming of the storm

“NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!” - I shouted in pain as if someone had put a knife through my back and into my heart and spinned it around... “Why? Why this? I can't understand! Why of all things this had to happened?!”. The tears were coming off my face as if they were rivers of grief. Things had happened. Things couldn't be changed. And then she came in....

But all of that was past and all of that was going to be left behind, left to be a part of History. All was about to end... It was as if I was going to be struck by a bolt of lightning... And maybe I was still be going through that... All I know is that all will be over soon... One way or the other it was going to end and it wasn't going to be pretty... It's already getting too late, and the sun is almost rising again... They say that the dawn of a new day is a time full of hope but I can't see it like that, not with what has happened... It is a time for redemption and for repenance... There's no hope here. There's no glory. When the day started nothing could have predicted what was going to happen and that this was where I was heading... There's no going back... Not now that i'm in the finish line... The memory of this day roams through my head while I await in silence, tired, beaten and bruised...

It was a day like any other. The sun rising behind those concrete giants, people rushing like ants in a farm as if the world would end if they wouldn't be there in time, the cars shouting in an off-beat symphony. A day like any other... Well, not for me. I knew this was a day I would never forget! Well at least I hoped, as it was the day I was getting married. I remember every detail of this ill-fated morning...

I walked in, playing it cool as usual...

“You can't see me like this! Shoo! (laughter)”.

“I just wanted to see if you didn't run away to another country with a Brazilian gardener.” - I replied in my usual way... Cool as ice and throwing shit from my mouth. Even though I was more nervous than what she appeared to be.

She was the image of perfection. Her white wedding dress shined even more with the beauty of her blue eyes, it's heavenly blonde air and the masjestic glow of her lips, all in a kind of perfection worthy of a Renessaince painter... All of this for this one day, where our fates would be united by a vow, until death would do us apart. I truly believed that... And it is true.

“A storm is reaching the island. The winds are going to be at (buzz)”.

I turned off the tv set. Those weather guys only shoot blanks and there was no point of stressing, even more, before the wedding. Everything would be alright, like it had always been...

“Bye honey. Love you.” - I said.

“Love you too.” - She replied.

The sounds of those words never had felt that sweet. And with that farewell, we both headed to our cars, one at a time, to go to church... But I couldn't let my mind off of something... This storm... It has been said that a wedding with a storm was a widow's wedding... It was an omen, one awful omen, because...

The storm was coming!