She sat there, at the edge of the bridge.
She wept, her tears falling onto her gown and turning the white cloth into a dull, wet grey.
She hung her head, and her hand lifted up to wipe her tears...
But nothing could ever console her. Her groom had gone. Whether he had been kidnapped or ran away as the bridesmaids say, no one really knows. And now she's left here on her own. Alone, in her wedding dress, her veil hiding her tear-stained face as she continued to cry through the night.
No one could console her.
No one.