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It glows in the dimly-lit room as I hold it close to my face, drinking in the intoxicating fragrance that's a delicious cross between irises and eternity, with fading notes of the roses from my wedding bouquet. A wedding that I had run away from.February 4, 1996The hairstylist places it on my head, weighing it down with a diamond tiara that is far too flashy for my taste. But no one notices it, or my dress, or me. The veil is taking centre stage today. It should. It's my something borrowed.Flash, flash, clickI'm told to cover my face only when I lock elbows with my father. "Far too many brides have been taken down by the veil," the makeup girl cautions. Not me. Not today. Flash, clickThe pianist keys my cue, the cover comes down. Hell breaks loose.Click, click, clickI keep playing the moment over and over as I wail by the lake, the ivory of my dress now muddied brown, my golden hair a tangled mess and the veil a cloud of white on my head. You should have been here like I was at your wedding. Aren't Maids of Honour supposed to be prepared for every emergency--broken buttons, last-minute swigs, and fiancés who kiss bride's mothers? But you left me with your veil instead. A veil, that you said, would help me see. If I try hard enough, I remember the words that played on your dying lips. Now I hum the tune too."If I could leave anything behind, may it be...the ability to gift an ability to see,beyond the shine and beauty and mystery...into pools of the soul that will set you free"No one knows what happened that day. Why did I run away from my wedding or why did I return, bruised and soiled yet smiling through my mascara-caked face. But you do, my best friend. You showed me. Luring me to the edge of the lake to wash my tear-streaked face, you consorted with the breeze to sweep the veil back in place. In the water, I watched as you held me close and kissed me sweet. I was lucky enough to find you, my soulmate, when I was four. You must have known it back then too, smiling at me from across the playground. You were always the oddball, weren't you? Teaching me to climb up the slide and swing in loops. Dyeing my hair purple and defending it as the perfect shade to my livid mother. Telling me it was alright to cancel our European trip, a childhood dream, to join med school, even though you had to backpack all alone. Assuring me you'd be there for me despite cancer eating away at your lungs. "Do you trust me," you'd ask and I'd nod my agreement.The kiss is the veil's trickery, I now see. A veiled message for souls that belong to each other. Another one of your spells. An old game of show and tell. 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