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Today's the day, I'm going to meet the Prince of my dreams, hopefully...

I layed on my soft black bed, thinking of all the possibilities of who the man I was going to marry could be. Maybe he'll have blond hair or brown hair or brown eyes or...

"Y/n! You need to get ready! Your prince will be here shortly." My mom called from outside of my room.

"Okay! I'll be ready in a minute!" I called back getting out of bed with thoughts of who my love will end up being swirling around my mind.

I went to my closet to change, my parents said something nice...

I flipped through my nice dresses until I saw my favorite one. It was short and white with black and red, it fit nicely(pic below). It wasn't too tight or too loose anywhere.

I quickly changed into it, wearing matching black flats, I did my hair nicer than usual, and put on just a tad more make up than I do for my daily look. I heard a car pull up into the drive way and ran to my window to get a good look. He looks nice... dark brown hair... I wonder what he'll be like...

"Y/n! He's here!" I heard my mom call from downstairs.

"Coming!" I yelled back, double checking every inch of me was perfect. I walked downstairs and was met with the man I was set to marry.

"Hi, I'm Brendon." He smiled, his brown eyes looked me up and down.

"I'm Y/n, it's nice to meet you." I held a hand out, expecting him to shake it. But instead, he kissed it and pulled me close.

"Oh, it's very nice to meet you too..." He whispered seductively into my ear, I felt my face heat up. He spun me around and set me back where I was as my mom walked in.

"Hello Brendon, dinner is ready. Your parents are already in the dinning room, waiting." She swiftly told us before walking back the way she came.

"We should probably join them." I nervously smiled.

"If you wanna, we can be a little late..." He smirked, eyeing me up and down, "... come on baby, maybe you can show me your bedroom." He pulled me close again, and only smirked as my face got redder and redder. I don't know about this, I'm not really feeling him...

"Um uh... w-we can't keep them w-waiting..." I slipped out of his grasp and walked to the dinning room.

Brendon joined me shortly. I sat next to my mother as Brendon sat across from me. The chef brought out lobster and crab along with assorted sides and drinks.

As I ate Brendon wouldn't take his eyes off me. At one point I looked up at him and he just looked me dead in the eyes as he licked his lips. I don't want this oh god I thought he'd be cool... why isn't he cool... he's just so... gross...

We finished eating, "Y/n."

"Yes, father?"

"Why don't you show Brendon your room so the adults can talk?" Oh no...

"Um, okay..." There's no getting out of this...

I began up the stairs with Brendon next to me. He snatched my hand and kissed it once more. I looked at him, unsure of what to do.

"Um... h-here's my room..." I opened the door, terrified of the things he'll pull on me.

"It's nice darling, not as nice as you, of course," He sat on my bed and motioned for me to sit next to him, "You know, I wasn't so sure about you at first Y/n. But I think you'll make a... fine wife..." He whispered the last part into my ear. Please no...

"Brendon! We're leaving!" His mother called.

"Ugh, sorry baby. I gotta go. Don't miss me too much." He kissed my cheek and was off. I closed my door and rethought everything that had happened. That's the man I'm marrying!? This is awful...

I began to cry, I can't spend the rest of my life with that perv! What am I going to do!? I-

My thoughts were cut off by the sound of a tap against my window. I opened it, there was a quiet woosh as something flew through. I closed my window and looked up to see a messy brown haired, brown eyed boy. Something was off about him though, it was as if the colors had faded from his saddened face.

"Hi, I'm Ryan. I just want to apologize about Brendon, you see he's not the real Prince you're supposed to marry. You're supposed to marry me. But um, I-I..." He hesitated, "... I died." I looked at him, confused.

"Dead? But you're right here," I walked closer and put my hand to his chest, "I can feel you..." My hand went through him. He gazed at me with sad soft eyes, "What happened to you?" I thought I was going to cry, who did this...

"Brendon, he killed me."

"Oh my god." I felt tears begin to form.

"Please don't cry..." He tried to caress my cheek, but became saddened as he realized, he couldn't.

"Why did he kill you?" I asked, taking a step closer to him.

"He wanted to be prince. He was actually my best friend, but we got into an argument. He got mad that he couldn't have any power. He thinks he can do whatever he wants as prince, but it's really the opposite," He chuckled, "Anyways, he beat me to death and poisoned my family so they couldn't remember me. Just so he could have power..." He began to cry as well.

"Oh Ryan, I'm so sorry." I tried to hug him, but alas I couldn't. He just cried harder to that.

"Don't apologize, I'm sorry that you have to marry that dick." He took a deep breath and stopped crying.

"Y/n!" I heard my mom yell.

"I'm sorry but, you'll have to go," I opened the window, "Please come back." He walked towards the window.

"I promise, I will." He left just as my mom made it to my room.

"So, what did you think about Brendon? Isn't he great?" She asked, walking into my room.

"Um, actually... I didn't like him much. He kept trying to... do things with me..." She looked at me, clearly angry.

"Well, you're gonna have to get used to it then! Your father and I have already decided, your wedding is in a month. You better warm up to him or else!" She yelled angrily and walked out.

"Oh god..." I cried again.

As the day of the wedding came, many things occurred. Ryan visited me every night. We talked about almost everything. I eventually fell for him.

On the other hand, Brendon tried fucking me multiple times. I just told him I'm waiting till marriage, just to keep him off me. I had to pretend I was in love with him. Every time our lips met I thought I was going to barf. I just wanted to be with Ryan.

"Y/n! Y/n! Get up! It's your wedding day! You have to get ready!" I woke up to my mom yelling. Oh God no, it can't be...

I made sure to have the wedding at night, to buy me more time with Ryan before I sold my soul forever. I got up and began to get ready. Why does she want me ready so early...

I found my dress on the floor in my closet. I began to weep.

"I can't do this... why do I have to do this?" I took a deep breath and quickly slipped it on. It was a pretty dress with lace covering the arms and skirt(pic below).

I walked out and began on my make up and hair. I didn't want anyone doing it for me because I just knew I'd break down about five times before getting it right. I hate this, I can't marry that sleeze... there's no way of getting out of this...

I was so lost in thought that I didn't even hear Ryan come in.

"You look so beautiful." I jumped a little.

"Oh hi, thank you..." I looked up at him through the mirror with a sad smile, "... Ryan, I need to tell you something..."

"What is it?" He asked, getting closer to me as I spun around to face him.

"I-I love you, and I know it's insane. I know we can't be together but, I just can't help it..." I stood up and walked closer.

"But I am just a ghost, you can't love me... you have to love Brendon."

"I know but I just can't!" My knees gave way and I fell to the floor, crying, "I'll never love Brendon the way I love you."

"I'm so sorry, this is my fault, I never should have come here..." He began to walk away, but I stopped him.

"Ryan no! Please, don't go. Maybe I can kill myself for us to-"

"No! Never say that! Don't kill yourself just for me. It's not worth it, I love you too but I can't bare to think you killed yourself. And for me! Darling, don't do that." I just sobbed harder.

"I-I just want y-you..." I cried. Then suddenly, everything went black.

"Y/n? Y/n, darling!?" I heard Ryan call, worried. I opened my eyes and looked up to see Ryan freaking out, "Oh god, I thought something happened to you!" He gave me a hug, I expected him to go through, but he didn't, "D-did you die?"

"I-I don't know..." I stood up and saw my body on the floor, "... I guess I did..." I just looked at my lifeless body in shock, "I-I'm dead..." I gazed at Ryan, eyes wide. I hugged him tightly, "I'm never letting go. I love you."

"I love you too." My bedroom door opened and I saw my parents along with Brendon walk in.

"Can they see us?" I asked him, terrified they would.

"Only if you want them to." He replied. I just stood silent as they examined my body, I watched my mother burst into tears and hide into my fathers chest. Brendon just looked terrified. My father called in a doctor who looked over me.

"She's dead. Cause of death, heart break." My parents looked confused, I turned to Ryan and buried my head into his chest.

"I can't watch this anymore..." He kissed the top of my head and led me out the window. He brought his lips against mine as we flew to the top of the clouds and danced upon the heavens for an eternity.

OwO~
I got this concept from an Instagram writing prompts account and this is what happened. I hope you enjoyed it, I thought it was an interesting concept. I'll add the post down below. I kind of did something a little different with it, it's not the exact same concept. Also they spelt peace wrong haha. Have a totally rad day~peace out cheesebags