If you haven't watched the corpse bride then you're not living... It's such an amazing and beautiful film and Tim Burton is one of my all time favorite directors.

The man sighed, his shoulders slumped in defeat, and his feet dragged as he walked through the dark forest, the shimmering moon above his head. After hours of rehearing—or at least trying to— for his wedding he could not correctly say his vows in the end which ended in a disaster. Literally.

He had set his future mother-in-law on fire! Oh, how stupid he was indeed. And he was so clumsy, he stuttered and dropped the ring. And then to make matters worse the whole town got to hear about his failure and disaster and how he had caused chaos.

As Roman walked further into the woods he began to complicate matters within himself.

“It really shouldn't be all that difficult.” He muttered as he glared at the ground, kicking his feet at the dirt. “It's just a few simple vows.” And as he mindlessly walked deeper into the woods he once again tried to practice his vows, stopping at a clear opening of trees he paused.

“With this hand. I will take your wine.” He placed his left hand over his chest and rose his right hand. He then frowned. “No.” He sighed and shook his head.

He walked a few more steps before retrying. “With this hand...I will cup your....” Taking notice of the inappropriate hand gesture he had made he flushed red and quickly shook his head. “Oh goodness no.”

He cleared his throat and continued. “With this....” He paused, forgetting the next line. “With this...” He bit his bottom lip as he tried to remember the rest of the vows. “With this candle,  I will...” He stammered and stomped his foot on the ground. “I will...” For someone who was known to be flamboyant and charismatic, he was unusually nervous and shaky today.

“I will set your mother on fire.” He grumbled, pinching the bridge of his nose, and sat down on a nearby log, his shoulders slumped and his hands on his head. “Oh it's no use.” He whispered already wanting to give up. Perhaps he was not the right man to marry. He was nothing but a merchant, nothing special, and he wasn't exactly the richest either.

Even so, the one he has destined to marry was so kind and caring. They understood what Roman was feeling, and they never judged him or punished him for his mistakes.

Roman pulled out the small flower that he had took after playing the piano from his coat pocket along with the ring. At the piano. That's where he had met them. His soon to be partner. He smiled as he twisted the flowers in between his fingers before he brought it to his nose, smelling the beautiful fragrance it gave. Maybe.

Just maybe.

He would be willing to try again, and this time he would not mess up.

With a boost of confidence he stood up proudly, his chest puffed out. He rose his hand once more, his fingers holding on to the ring. “With this hand, I will lift your sorrows.” He spoke loud and clear.

He turned to his side, putting his right hand behind his back as he pretended to hold a wine glass in the other. “Your cup will never empty,  for I will be your wine.” He nodded, he looked toward a tall, almost lifeless tree, and smiled. “Ah Mrs.Sanders.” He walked towards the tree and bowed taking a hold of a branch as he did so. “You look ravishing tonight.” He held back a chuckle as he stepped back.

He then crouched over to a tree stump, cupping his ear with his hand. “What's that Mr.Sanders? Call you dad?” He dramatically gasped, a hand over his mouth. “If you insist, sir.” He patted the stump before moving on to snap off a branch from a tree. “With this candle.” He made a gesture that made it look like he were lighting an actual candle. “I will light your way in darkness.” His heart hammered against his chest as he pulled out the ring.

“With this ring.” He started and slowly walked up to a root of some sort that sprouted out of the ground. Roman nearly shuddered at the similarities it had to an actual hand. But nevertheless he went on his knees, now in front of the root and finished his Vows. “I ask you. To be mine.” He placed the ring on a root that stuck out than the others.

Suddenly, as if on cue, a crow screeched above him. He turned around and was met with a whole flock of crows sitting in the trees, looking at him. The wind picked up and leaves swirled around him. He felt a chill run down his spine. He was about to get up until something suddenly grasped onto his wrist and pulled him toward the ground, he gasped and whipped his head back to the root and saw that it wrapped around his arm and pulling at him. It tugged harder until he was nearly sucked into the ground, he fell on his side feeling his heart race.

The crows cawed and flew out of the branches and towards him instead. He quickly pulled himself out of the ground, the root still tightly wrapped around his forearm. He pulled with all his might until he flew backwards finally free of the grip. He landed a couple of feet away with a harsh thump, a weight on his arm. When he lifted it to see what it was he saw that it was a hand.

A skeleton hand. The ring still there where he had placed it on a bony finger. He yelped and quickly shook it off. It landed next to him, he looked at it with a horrified expression before turning his attention to the ground ahead of him. It crumbled and cleared, and before Roman knew it a figure was climbing out of the ground, a pale hand clawed at the dirt and slowly the figure stood.

Dressed in a worn and torn suit emerged a young man, his hair dirty and matted, dark circles under his dull eyes. He huffed and suddenly smirked at Roman. “Mind lending me a hand?” He joked and eyed the hand that lied beside Roman.

The man scrambled backwards as the corpse approached him, before he could do or say anything else Roman turned around and took off not daring to look back. The corpse sighed and rolled his eyes as he retrieved his hand. “Is this a bad time to say I do?” He shouted before following after Roman which wasn't that hard to do since he ended up falling and hitting his head on a tombstone along the way of his escape. After that he ran into a tree. Two times.

And then there was that frozen lake which really confused the corpse since it wasn't even winter yet, but he chose not question it further.

He had a man to marry. Now if only that man would stop running away from him.

Eventually Roman thought he had lost sight of the horrific corpse. He nearly cried in relief as he reached the town bridge, crows flew above his head some grazed his shoulders until they flew off into the night sky. There he stopped to catch his breath and quickly turned around to make sure he was still not being followed which thankfully he wasn't anymore.

Everything was silent. Perhaps too silent for his liking. But that didn't matter. He took a calming breath and sighed deeply, swallowing the lump in his throat. He turned on his heel—

There standing in front of him stood the pale man...corpse.

Roman jumped back and found himself cornered against the wall as the corpse walked up to him slowly placing his hands on his shoulder as crows now circled the pair.

The corpse nearly smiled as he slowly leaned forward. “You may kiss the groom...” And suddenly.

Everything went black.

Part 2?