Golden Man
All his words were gold and, I was lonely. didn't it make sense then,
didn't it go without saying, that I would have fallen for him?
Many times in those six short months I questioned my happiness. Not that
I believed I wasn't supposed to be happy, but, me, he loved me.
My people, those that worked for me, those that professed their love for
me, those that were attached to me because of some lineage, told me I
was being foolish, as if, I could never be loved, as if no one would
ever love me. Oh I understood them.. I knew, I looked in the mirror
everyday. A raving beauty.. twasn't I. But he loved me.
My uncle pulled me aside, in no uncertain terms, he laid it out for me.
His loathing and jealousy had never been this obvious before,, funny how
money changes or rather, the thought of losing money changes a person.
My people had thrown caution out the door, They let me know what they
thought of him, (he was trying to get my money) and me, (I was a daft
retard).
I didn't care, he was beautiful.. his crystal blue eyes, his sensually
curved lips, he was perfect, beautiful through and through.. I would
watch, enthralled, when he peeled away the restraints that held him..
I put everyones suspicions to the test, I left large amounts of money
around, I bought him the most expensive car, he returned it, the
jewelry, he returned it, the money I stuffed in his wallet or in his
pockets, I always found it on the dresser, every dime. he returned it.
Ah what a smart man, I could find NOTHING, NOTHING! I found nothing
wrong. I figured that maybe, just maybe, because I had been short
changed in the beauty department, I would be blessed in love. And yes I
was... blessed beyond blessed, when he asked me to be his wife.
Don't think my feet touched the ground after then, I truly felt..
beautiful. My people threatened to leave me to it.. (sigh) I didn't
care.
Wedding eve, my people actually threw me a man show.. there was
merriment, food, drink.. I left them to it, no one had paid attention to
me not even the stripper, I think he was supposed to though.. weren't
they paid to do that?
I walked through the halls of the manor, humming softly to myself. I
heard noises in the library, a voice.. I recognized that voice and
smiled as I made my way towards it, love in the library, some dark love
on top of Poe, then another voice, quite dainty, very female. What, was
this? I stopped near the door and listened. My heart turned to ice, I
shivered, they whispered sweet, sweet nothings, they spoke of their
plans, they sighed softly, they moaned she called his name.. I felt ill,
I made plans.
I stood at the alter, my veil covering my face, I was glad or they would
have seen the smile. I sniffed and there were mumbles. Through the lace
I saw the faces of my people, all saying "HA,, I TOLD YOU!" They didn't
understand, they didn't know, I was going to have what was mine and, I
could brave the humiliation, if only they knew, those smirking faces
would be slapped, they would be frozen with the shock of it all but, I
couldn't let them know, it was my secret. I hung my head and smiled..
I cried outloud when the flowers were delivered, what they thought were
sobs, were actually. silent guffaws.. I liked that word.. guffaw.
"I WILL ALWAYS BE WITH YOU IN HEART, OUR LOVE IS GOLD, I AM YOUR GOLDEN
MAN, I LOVE YOU.."
That was it, that was my wedding day. I went to my room stripped off the
wedding dress, sent the attendants on their way, in-fact, gave them the
next two days off.
They would be preparing for the two funerals anyway, Sasha, my personal
attendant and Milos, the gold worker, seems they had eaten some bad food
or something.. ah well so it goes..
I stared at the statue, he was as fine as ever, more so now, Milos had
done a superb job, bless his soul. My golden man, mine forever..
