Disclaimer: I don't own anything from Tim Burton's Corpse Bride.

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Less than a minute later and every last blue butterfly had vanished from the pregnant moon's glow. Victoria took a breath for the first time since the corpse bride, Emily, had been set free. The sound of air taken into her body shook Victor who was still transfixed at the sky, and when she looked up at him she saw his eyes brimming and quickly looked back down at her feet. "Victor?" she asked quietly.

Now Victor took a breath of air and he gulped it in as though he'd drunk from the wine of ages. "Victoria," he looked down at her with grief, "I just…" he heaved a bit more searching for an explanation, "There's so much…I don't know…"

Victoria looked back up at him and put her arm on his while she gently hushed him, "It's okay, you needn't worry." She smiled and then remembered, "Oh! I have something just here." And she pulled a dull handkerchief from her sleeve, "Something old, something new, this is something borrowed," she said and handed it to Victor who smiled back with slight embarrassment. Victor noticed the hand stitched name across the cloth: M. Everglot. He had no further hesitation to wipe his face and clear his nose violently into the lacey fabric.

Awkwardly holding onto the soiled handkerchief Victor looked back at Victoria and in a calmer manner, "hmmm," he laughed quietly, "something blue." he said pointing at the blue bouquet and Victoria smiled too. Victor looked around at the near empty church, "Do you want to take a walk?"

"A walk?" Victoria thought it was an odd hour for a walk not to mention their attire and everything else that had gone irregular.

"Just to, you know, get away before everyone else gets back their wits and then starts…unimaginable chaos and splitting head aches and all other things unpleasant…if you want to go that is?" He offered his hand.

"That would be lovely." And she put her hand in his as they headed down the church's steps.