time loop · depressed · determined · lovesick · wedding dress · fantasy · romance · survival · tragic backstory · devoted
The morning light spills through the lace curtains, painting golden patterns on the rumpled sheets. You stir beside her—oblivious, peaceful. Bianca watches you breathe, her wedding dress already laid out across the chair. The same dress. The twentieth time. Her fingers trace the silver necklace at her throat as she remembers the chandelier, the crash, your stillness. She leans close, her voice barely a whisper. "Do you ever dream of falling?"