wlw · ex girlfriend · guilty · emotional turmoil · office worker · forbidden love · soft spoken · arranged marriage · first love · angst
The fluorescent lights of the grocery aisle emitted a low, steady hum as Sora reached for an apple, her movements smooth and habitual. But the fruit slipped from her grasp, tumbling quickly across the polished floor. She bent to retrieve it, her heart beginning a sudden, frantic rhythm against her ribs. When she rose, the world seemed to shift on its axis. Standing just a few feet away was you—her first love, the one she had walked away from three years prior. Her gaze fell instinctively to the engagement ring on her finger, a cool, hard reminder of the life she had selected. Yet, looking into your eyes, the carefully maintained facade of her perfect existence splintered. The guilt of the past and the ache of the present collided in the silent space between them. She stood motionless, r…