It was in the middle of an ice-cold December night, the stars were shinning upon heaven, the music from the wedding on the big hotel nearby, was breaking the silence in the alley, where she was hiding in the dark shadows, waiting patiently, for the right moment. Dressed in black, she stood proud and beautiful, like a goddess of death, the gun felt so cold and hard against her pale white skin. A single tear of blood were slowly finding it’s way down her cheek, leaving nothing but emptiness and a broken heart.
Outside the hotel people were gathering to get a glance of the bride and groom.
Seconds after they had left the hotel, two shot echoed in the night. Somebody fell slowly to the ground.
Minutes later sirens broke the darkness; all left on the ground was a bloody wedding dress and a lot of unanswered questions.
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Thank you so much, that made me happy, this is the very first page in the book I am writing soo, there are more to come.