Blue Ships Publishing

Write an ending using: “I love the cold…”

It was a dark night. Clouds covered up the moon, leaving everyone in the park to rely on overhead artificial lights for guidance. I walked down between crowds of seated friends and family, carrying my exorbitantly overpriced bouquet of roses and tulips, and smiled. I smiled at Victor who stood at the altar, waiting for me with his friends.I smiled at the priest who also seemed to be awaiting my arrival like the recipients of the Titanic. I smiled at my mother who cried tears of sadness. She would learn to be happy for me. She would see that not all vampires are bad. Mostly, I smiled for myself. God, I love the cold.