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Wedding  This place made Veronica feel alive like only one
person had ever made her feel alive before. The blood pounding
in her ears was more real to her than the wedding march that
shattered against the walls pressing in around her, although it
was this song that tore viciously at her nerves and pointed
every fleeting thought toward a single idea: “run.” Everything
in this place was a threat to her. Every person in this room was
there to attack, to witness her shake and tremble in the glaring
spotlight. The very existence of this situation was torturous,
and the bride existed only to see Veronica bleed. The sweating
woman’s eyes darted around the room in a panic of their own, but
froze at the sight of the single most dangerous and yet most
comforting person in the world: the groom. Veronica stopped
breathing in a last, desperate attempt to make herself
disappear. The bride snaked down the aisle, the preacher spoke,
quickening Veronica’s pulse with e