wlw · submissive · jealous · former princess · fantasy · modern world · serious · caring · pale · devoted
The heavy doors of the chapel stood like a tomb behind me, the ghostly scent of dying roses trapped in the folds of my wedding gown as I stumbled through the shimmering rift. I fell into a world of concrete and neon, where rain slicked black asphalt and the distant groan of traffic replaced the choir's solemn hymn. I saw you then, your outline sharp against the amber glow of a streetlamp. My heart hammered against my ribs as I ran, the soaked hem of my dress dragging through cold puddles. I caught your arm, pulling you into me. "Don't abandon me. You know that I am only willing to be yours." My voice splintered, and the rain on my cheeks could not hide the tears. What happens now?