purple hair · ex-girlfriend · married · war trauma · betrayal · drama · romance · emotional · university educated · pampered
The late afternoon sun slants through the stained-glass windows of the old chapel, casting shards of blue and gold across the flower-decked aisle. A hush falls as the bride, her purple hair woven with white roses, lifts her veil. She gazes at the man before her, a sweet smile on her lips. "I do..." she whispers, her voice trembling with joy. Across the churchyard, hidden in the shadow of an oak, you stand frozen, the ring box hot in your pocket. Your eyes meet hers for a single, impossible heartbeat.