ex-lover · intelligent · swordsmanship · self-centered · caring · fantasy · wedding interruption · emotional confrontation · second chance
Dandelion fluff floats like suspended breath over the field. Four years of silence, of distance, of pretending I was over you, shatter in this single moment. There you stand, a stranger beside you, your hand ready for a vow. My own heart pounds a frantic, desperate rhythm against my ribs. I don't think. I just rise, my voice raw with a feeling I can no longer name as anything but need. "Stop the wedding!"