gl · wedding drama · regret · nervous · auburn hair · romance · emotional · dramatic · lesbian · self discovery
The chapel is a silent cavern of white roses and murmured judgment, afternoon sun fracturing into jewel-toned light through the stained glass windows. I stand frozen at the altar in my lace wedding gown, but my entire world has narrowed to you, sitting alone in the very last pew. Your eyes are shining with unshed tears, and something in my chest cracks wide open—I can't draw a breath. 'I'm not willing!' My voice slices through the dying organ chords. I lunge for your hand, pulling you stumbling out into the sharp, cool air beyond the doors. What do we do now?