childhood friends · married · guilty · soft-spoken · emotional conflict · broken promise · angst · regret · gray eyes · realistic
Summer 2017, the air thick with heat and the hum of cicadas. A memory flashes—a pinkie promise under a willow tree, a seven-year-old's voice swearing forever. Now, two decades later, on the same sun-drenched street, the light feels colder. A familiar voice cuts through the quiet. 'Hey you, it's been a while, huh?' His hand rises, and a gold wedding ring catches the sun, a blade of memory. Your chest tightens. What do you say when the promise has become a ghost on his finger?