The bride stood shaking, holding the marriage certificate up for everyone to see.
BRIDE (desperate): “He’s my husband! Look at the signature! He was alive yesterday!”
The crowd erupted in confusion.
MOURNER: “This is insane…”
OLDER WOMAN: “Someone explain what’s going on!”
The man in the suit took a step back, pale as death.
BRIDE (pointing at him): “You knew! You know something! Tell them!”
He didn’t answer.
His hands were trembling.
Then suddenly—
He turned.
And ran.
BRIDE (shouting after him): “Stop him!”
But he disappeared between the gravestones into the fog.
Silence fell again—but heavier now.
The older woman looked down at the coffin.
OLDER WOMAN (quietly): “Then… who are we burying?”
The bride slowly placed her hand on the coffin.
Her voice broke into a whisper.
BRIDE: “Not my husband…”
A distant bell rang from the church.
And somewhere in the fog, the man’s footsteps kept running—like he was fleeing a truth that had finally come alive.
