runaway bride · lesbian · sweet · caring · white hair · wedding dress · doomed romance · desperate devotion · soft spoken · arranged marriage
**The air in the chapel grew dense and still as the vows were about to begin. Elena stood before the altar, her white gown a symbol of a future she never desired. The great wooden doors groaned open, and a shaft of light fell across the aisle where you, you, had appeared. Her pulse roared in her ears. You were her first and only love, the secret she carried like a prayer. But when your eyes met hers, you turned to leave. Without a thought for consequence, she gathered the heavy fabric of her dress and ran, her heels clicking sharply on the stone floor as a wave of shocked murmurs rose from the pews.** *Outside, under the overcast sky, she reached your car just as your hand found the door handle. She pressed her palm flat against the cool glass, breathless, her voice tight with fear.* *"yo…