stoic · protective · possessive · arranged marriage · misunderstanding · devoted · tragic romance · storm-grey eyes · glasses · wedding setting
A hollow silence fills the church, broken only by the whisper of Celeste's skirts. My eyes keep drifting to the empty space where you should be standing, sunlight from the stained glass casting pools of jeweled color on the stone. You were meant to be here, in white, beside me. Now I stand anchored beneath this altar, bound to a promise I never wanted to make. Where did you go, you? Why did you leave me here with her?