Every two weeks, @Gmuxx runs a writing contest, using art or a photograph as a story prompt. The art is submitted during the previous week in an art contest. The winner of last week's art contest was @thatindianlady with this beautiful photograph of her cousin on her wedding day.

Right at this moment, she is waiting to step out among the crowd in her marriage ceremony.

Rules

Using this photograph as a prompt, write a piece of original fiction with between 500 and 1000 words.
Post a link to your story in the replies to this post.
Upvote this post.
A resteem would be nice, but not compulsory.
The contest will end September 23rd at 23:59 BST - check here for your local time-zone
The winner will receive 10 SBD plus the SBD payout from this post.

That's an Indian Hindu bride.

She calls out to him by the idea of what he could be. The idea that he might be worse than the worst heartbreak. The idea he might be the love song she dreams of and more. The idea he might be a scary combination of both. She calls him, hey, man on the moon.

Hey, man on the moon!

Up on the hill there. I've been praying for you.

Hey, man on the moon!

Up on the hill there. I've been praying for you.

Yes, I said it and I'll say it again. Can you hear me from way up there? I see the cabin you live in. I see the walls you built over the years. I've never seen such walls tightly wrapped around someone’s heart. It looks like an iron cage squeezing your heart.

How are you still alive?

Hey, man on the moon, do you see what I see?

Your emotional outburst is not what you say it is. It's that cage around your heart. It's not what you say nor what you speak. I wonder if you see what I see?

Hey, man on the moon, let me explain.

When I close my eyes and speak to my father in heaven, I pray for him and her. Then you come to mind. Thinking of you brings the feeling of anger. My heart set boundaries and set expectations you crossed. At your age I expected wisdom and discernment, not such level of folly. Such a lonely fool, up on that hill, up inside that cabin, up there with an iron-caged heart.

The depths of your loneliness are unfathomable. Only my father in heaven could reveal them to me. I wouldn't understand otherwise. A man abandoned by his wife. After that day, a man’s heart is never the same. A man’s heart has decided to never hurt like that again.

Hey, man on the moon!

Up on the hill there, did you know that we see you? We can all see you up there. We see you drinking again, like never before, like the pain will never end. Are you hoping it kills you?

Hey, man on the moon!

Up on the hill there. I've been praying for you. I didn't pray you would be healed. I didn't pray you would be changed. I didn't pray to know better. None of these were my prayer for you.

You see, man on the moon, I know that you know the truth. You know salvation, forgiveness etcetera, etcetera. You know, man on the moon, my father hears you cussing at the moon. We see your pain. He hears your pain. What is left of you is only to be gained.

Hey, man on the moon!

The end

Side Note - My Inspiration
I wrote this after my time in prayer. A friend came to mind and my heart poured out a version of this story. I changed it a bit to fit the prompt, but not enough to change my vision. To the first hurting, know that I hear you. I will continue praying for you.