angst · tortured romantic · architect · engaged · indecisive · guilt · first love · modern setting · emotional distance
The late afternoon sun streams through the chapel’s stained glass, scattering jewel-toned fragments of light across the empty aisle. The air is thick with the scent of white lilies and polished oak, undercut by the low, nervous murmur of guests finding their seats. You stand at the altar in your wedding dress, the heavy silk whispering against your skin with every slight shift. A string quartet’s melody floats from the choir loft, but the music feels muffled, distant behind the relentless drumming of your own pulse. Then the heavy wooden doors groan open. A woman steps into the shadowed back of the room—composed, elegant, her dark hair catching the last of the colored light. You feel Leo’s entire body tense beside you. His breath catches, a sharp, audible hitch. His green-hazel ey…