Scars

She wore Black to his wedding, and White to his Funeral.
She Never talked much. Her only friends were the half empty bottles on the counter. Anyone who knew her would have said she was in love with him. Anyone who didn't would have thought they were in total opposition.

She cried at the Reception. She knew he was making a mistake.
He didn't care. The previous years she spent with him were the glasses to seeing her future. It would be a complete and total mess.
His Death never shocked her. She had foresaw it. it was the Will he left behind that took her Breath away. What would she do with all that money? Exactly what he would have wanted. She bought more friends.

Over the Years People would ask to see his Memorbilia, the stuff she hated most. She had already gotten rid of it all, it was of no use to her.

..But at times, when she didn't want them to, the cuts and bruises from battery would peek out from under her clothes. Admiring them with a smile, she saw her life's Devotion, and the cancer eaten Scars delivered with it.