CHAPTER 1
The church’s rusty bell rings across the interior of the large and refined chapel. A bride, dressed in a carefully tailored white dress, stands out like a gem glistening in the bright sun. Shiny white pearls embellish the waist of the gorgeous dress, which also has fluffy white feathers around the shoulders. The splendid dress makes her look like an angel ready to descend from the heavens. As she walks down the reflective aisle, the feathers on her dress sway. The dress brings the church to life as everyone gasps in awe. She finally lays her brown eyes on her soon-to-be husband, and all her worries and anxiety melt away with his smile. As the priest continues to talk, the groom's pearly white smile shines through the gloomy atmosphere of the church. The heavenly ornaments decorating the church are drowned by the audience’s weeping tears and wails. Their cries ring louder than the church’s bell, their sorrow and grief growing as they see the happy couple express their undying love for one another.
The bundle of guests is dressed in black from head to toe, and an ambulance waits outside the church for the ceremony to finish. A beautiful church, decorated and refined solely for the couple's enjoyment and satisfaction. Finally, the moment everyone has been waiting for arrives. The words that bring the guests to their feet and fill them with hope:
“Should anyone present know of any reason that this couple should not be joined in holy matrimony, speak now or forever hold your peace.”
Everyone in the church raises their hands. Not one person dressed in black keeps their hand down. The priest ignores the crowd and continues the expensive ceremony. The bride and groom keep their eyes locked on each other, cherishing each other's presence. As the couple finally say their vows of undying love, their family and friends grimace. Finally, the couple tear their eyes away from each other to exchange rings symbolizing their affection and promises.
“I pronounce you husband and wife… You may now kiss the bride,” the priest says, hesitant at first.
Some of the guests can’t bear to watch as the brave couple come closer for a kiss that may result in life or death. A mother’s cries grow louder as the groom unveils the bride’s thin white veil with a delicate touch. Some cover their eyes and mouths, unable to watch what is about to happen. The couple share a quick peck on the mouth as the crowd gasps in awe and hope. The dozens of guests rise to their feet, unable to tear their eyes away from the newlyweds.
‘Will they survive Love?’
The groom's soft eyes land on his wife and, with a smile that could cast away all darkness, he says, “I love you.”
She can hardly contain the happiness overwhelming her heart. She smiles back at him with loving eyes and says, “I lo—” The wife’s response is cut short. Her hand moves to her chest in haste. She feels a burning sensation in her chest as pain travels up to her shoulder blades and down to her arms. Her chest feels tight, as if something is crushing it. Her breathing becomes short; she feels lightheaded, and everything goes dark.
The bride collapses onto the clean marble floor, and before the guests can hurry to help, the groom faints as well. They both lie on the pristine cold floor, lifeless. The crowd and the paramedics rush in to help and take them both to the hospital immediately, but they are both dead. The paramedics use defibrillators to try to bring them back to life, but to no avail. Anguished cries echo inside the church as family and friends witness their loved ones die at the drop of a pin. Their hope of the newlyweds surviving shatters into millions of pieces.
The guests who were standing sink to their knees and hands as the paramedics pronounce the time of death. They place the newlyweds into bags and take them away.
“No surprise there,” a man whispers to himself, whipping up his finely tailored suit sleeves to look at his black and silver watch. The man sighs and takes his leave, leaving behind the inconsolable mourning mass.
“Hey Amato, anything new?” a man asks, hoping to find new evidence of the standard occurrence.
“Nope, it’s all the same,” Amato responds in a monotone voice. “It’s the end of my shift, see you tomorrow, James.”
“Aw man, alright, see ya,” the man nods and hisses his teeth.
Amato walks away and into a white Honda car. Everything in his car is neat, with nothing out of place or dusty. Amato grabs a book from his car’s pocket and opens it to the page he left off.
The book reads: “As I enter the ginormous church and examine every nook and cranny, I can’t help but notice the expensive decorations. It is beautifully made with a theme of a dove or maybe an angel that matches the marble floor. The primary colors are white and gold, used in balloons, strips, ribbons, lettering, and even on the cake. I can’t help but accidentally let out a low chuckle in front of Jason. People these days are delusional enough to believe they’d survive love. They’re thoughtless enough to leave behind their family and friends and die alongside someone they’ve only known for a few years or even months. It’s common knowledge that if you fall in love with someone, you’d die if you touch them. Yet, irrational and naive people like them want to get married in hopes they’re one of the few exceptions to this curse.
The only way to explain this phenomenon is greed at its finest. Spending thousands if not millions on a wedding only leads to a funeral that the family has to deal with. As I finish my investigation of the place, one by one, the guests come in with slumped shoulders and puffy eyes. Their eyes are filled with woe, seeming like they have no more tears left to cry.
What could their family do, after all? At least they have the luxury to say their farewells, unlike others who die without their families knowing they were in a relationship. As the priest continues to talk, I can’t help but scowl along with the guests at the wedding. I already know the outcome thanks to “MyDiary.” It’s accessible to everyone if you have the money for it. I could tell some people at the wedding already have it by the looks on their faces. They’re only hoping that the foretellings of the book are inaccurate and not wondering what’s going to happen next. “MyDiary” tells the future from the user's perspective, so it's not always entirely precise. The chances of it being spot on are seventy to eighty percent.
As I continue to watch the dreadful show called A Wedding, at the end, they both die of a heart attack or some other phenomenon I don’t care to know. Jason is supposed to investigate deeper into the case while I put the puzzle pieces together to make sure there was no foul play, and then case closed. Another case of Love Kills. Today I head home without a single inconvenience as the death of the two continues to haunt my thoughts. While I am distracted and deep in thought, some lady bumps into my car while I’m driving and accuses me of not paying attention. She calls a nearby cop, who comes over, only for me to dismiss him with a wave of my hand.”
Amato shuts the book to reveal the name “MyDiary.” He uses the book daily to reveal the future to avoid disasters and maintain his flawless and chill lifestyle. He detests anything and everything that gets in the way of his schedule and will stop at nothing to get rid of that one snag. No matter how big or small the disturbance is, he’ll get rid of it. He begins to drive, trying not to think about the tragedy that happened at the church. His attempt to avoid thinking about it leads nowhere, as he reflects on how ignorant the couple was. Multiple people had warned them, yet they didn’t listen. Amato can’t suppress his emotions; anger swirls inside of him as he drives to his apartment complex. As he’s driving, he notices a moving truck in front of the sidewalk. Not detecting what was ahead, he almost runs into a woman holding boxes in front of her.
He slams on his brakes and lightly taps the girl's knees with his car. In a bad mood, he honks his horn at her so she would move out of the way. She does so, flipping him off and getting a good look at his face. She calls a police officer over, making Amato roll his eyes. The Diary never fails to predict the future. Amato lets out a long, frustrated sigh and parks in the parking lot. As he exits the car, he makes sure to put on gloves and glasses that blur his vision.
It isn’t unusual to see someone wearing gloves and glasses that blind them but not completely. They are used to prevent falling in love with strangers. Love can be dangerous and unpredictable. He approaches the lady and calmly explains to the officer that it is an emergency, flashing his badge. The woman is flabbergasted when the officer gives him a warning and lets him go on his way. Amato leaves and hops on the elevator, fixing his sleeves and composure. He presses the button for floor five, and the doors begin to close.
“Hold the door, please!” a lady calls out to Amato.
Amato lets out a long sigh, “Great.” But he doesn’t flinch and holds his position, pretending he never heard her.
“H-Hey!” the woman shouts again, expecting the man looking down at his watch to at least look up and pay attention. He still doesn’t respond, so she bolts towards the elevator, trying to catch it. The woman stumbles over her shoelaces, falling flat on her face
and causing all the boxes she was holding to fly out of her arms.
Luckily for her, one of the small boxes gets stuck in the elevator door, causing it to open again. Unfortunately for Amato, he has to ride the elevator with the girl he almost ran over with his car.
“Amazing,” Amato says in a sarcastic tone. He makes a deep and loud huff while taking a glance at his watch.
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