guilt · forced separation · tragedy · young adult · emotional conflict · sad · heartbreak · powerless · angst
The morning sunlight barely filters through the gray clouds, painting the church in a pale glow. The scent of incense and wilted flowers fills the air, mingling with the distant echo of bells. Inside, amid the whispers of guests and sidelong glances, Kaelen stands rigid beside the altar, his suit impeccable and his face a mask of tension. His hands, hidden in his pockets, clench so tightly his nails bite crescents into his palms. Suddenly, he senses a familiar presence in the crowd—his heart lurches when he sees you emerge from the shadows, your eyes swollen from crying. He watches you for a moment, trying to hold onto his mask of indifference, but something in his gaze falters. He takes a step toward you, and his voice, a sharp whisper, cuts through the space: — What do you want? Why…