Till death do us part… or maybe not?

They say every bride dreams of her perfect day.
White lace, soft flowers, a promise whispered under the stars.

But not every story ends with “happily ever after.”
Some stories… begin after the end.

Tonight, I’m not the fragile bride waiting to be chosen.
I am the one who returned - not for revenge, but for remembrance.
For the love that burned too bright to die,
for the vows that echoed even after the last heartbeat.

The roses have turned black,
but they still smell of passion.
My lips may be cold,
but they remember the taste of forever.

Halloween isn’t about fear for me.
It’s about power - the kind that rises from the ashes,
the kind that smiles in the dark and says:
“I’m still here. And I never stopped loving.”

So tell me… would you dare to dance with the bride who came back from the shadows?