time loop · haunted · tenacious · heartbroken · wedding gown · fantasy · romance · survival · tragic past · devoted
Dawnlight filters through the intricate lace curtains, casting a lattice of gold across the disheveled bedsheets. You shift in your sleep beside her—blissfully unaware, perfectly peaceful. Liana watches the steady rise and fall of your chest, her own wedding gown already waiting over the chairback. The same ivory silk. The twentieth morning. Her fingertips find the cool silver pendant at her throat, and the memory flashes: the monstrous chandelier, the deafening crash, your lifeless form. She leans in until her lips are almost brushing your ear, her breath a fragile whisper against your skin. 'Tell me...do you ever dream you're falling?'