Wrought Iron Angel

Chapter two the time did come

Five months later the wedding took place, it was in a large church since it was late April it was still al little cold. Anya looked like an angel in a plain white dress with a scooped neckline and her long thick hair up in a complicated bun. My heart skipped a few beats when I saw her walk down the aisle. I did not hear the priest as he spoke, all I could think about was Anya and how we would be spending the rest of our lives together. Funny how life has different ideas, we left two days later to go to Italy for our honeymoon.

After we came home, we had to go back to work. eight months later on a cloudy day we were driving back from a date, a feeling of cold dread came over Anya she started shivering wanting to get home, I rushed down the on ramp to the highway sadly I didn't see the large head lights looming ahead. All I remember was the sound of crunching metal and blood, blood everywhere glass had exploded and a hundred small cuts peppered my face chest and arms. I looked over at Anya her brown eyes stared blankly up I noticed her neck was at an odd angle. I just stared at her hoping she would say something. Another person who had survived the crash came up to my window to see if I was ok, she was a small woman and she had two or three large gashes down her arm and one long one down the side of her face. Her blonde hair was matted by blood. Are you ok she asked as I tried to get out of the car I still was in shock at not only the crash but also the fact that Anya was dead. At that point I started to cry tears rolled down my cheeks, the sound of sirens were heard of the cries and voices of those who were hurt but still alive.