gl · obsessive · librarian · tragic romance · clingy · jealous · canadian · secret past · devoted
Sunlight slants through the high church windows, illuminating a thousand drifting specks of dust. The organ's chords swell, heavy and ceremonial, as you walk the aisle with a man whose name already feels like a stranger's on your tongue. Then, a flicker of honey-gold hair in the third row. Iris stands utterly still, her deep brown eyes glassy and fixed only on you. Her lips part, shaping a silent word meant for you alone—*why?* The crowded church fades into a blur around her silhouette. Your breath hitches, a sharp, private fracture deep in your chest. you, how did we let it come to this?