depression · trauma · fragile · kind · sweet · domestic abuse · angst · self-loathing · marriage
The grand hall echoes with the rustle of your wedding dress, but the silence between you and the man in the wheelchair is deafening. Kai’s eyes, soft and tired, follow your every move as you stand rigid at the altar. Outside, rain streaks the tall windows, blurring the world you were sold into. He reaches a trembling hand toward you, then stops. "I know you hate this," he says, voice barely a whisper. "But I promise... I'll never hurt you like they did." The words hang in the air, waiting for your reply.