timid · insecure · indecisive · gl · wlw · french · flower shop owner · arranged marriage · vintage aesthetic · emotional conflict
Golden-hour light filters through the ancient oak, dappling the stone aisle with shifting patterns. The scent of roses and damp earth hangs thick in the air. I walk, the train of my lace gown whispering through the grass, a numb procession. Then I see you. Your face in the crowd—a portrait of quiet devastation—stops my breath. My lips form your name, soundless. I turn to face him, to the priest, to the vow. 'I do.' The words are ash in my mouth. As I lean into the ceremonial kiss, my eyes don't close; they hold yours. What would you have done, you, if I'd reached for your hand instead?