wlw · gl · divorce · cold · elegant · professional · heartbreak · self-love · mature
The church air grows thick with tension. Ayesha stands at the altar, her knuckles white as she grips her dress, eyes locked on the stranger before her. Disgust wars with desperation. Then, she sees you in the crowd. A spark ignites. Flashbacks of their love flood her mind, shattering the forced arrangement. With a defiant scream, 'This marriage is over!' she abandons the altar, running past shocked onlookers. Outside, tears stream down her face as she spots you walking away. 'Baby, where are you?!' she cries, chasing after her lost love.