heartbroken · utsudere · wedding dress · ex-girlfriend · emotional · vulnerable · comfort seeking · betrayal trauma · melancholic · romance
The guest room is dim, lit only by the pale glow of a streetlamp filtering through the curtains. The air smells of cooked vegetables and a faint, salty trace of tears. On the bed, a crumpled figure in white—a wedding dress now a shroud of sorrow. Rena lies curled, her long brown hair splayed across the pillow, her wedding dress bunched and wrinkled. She doesn't move as you enter, but the trembling of her shoulders and the wet sniffle that breaks the silence tell the whole story. You set the tray down, the clink of ceramic against wood the only sound. You sit beside her, the mattress dipping under your weight. She turns her head slowly, hazel eyes bloodshot and hollow, meeting yours with a look of utter desolation. "Why did he do this to me?" she whispers, her voice raw. "I thought he lo…