modern au · angst · ex-boyfriend · self-sacrificing · sensitive · caring · intelligent · melancholic · one piece
The chapel is empty now, save for the two of us. Dust motes dance in the slanted afternoon light, catching the gleam of your white dress. I feel the weight of this moment—the scent of lilies, the soft rustle of fabric. I take your hand, press a kiss to your knuckles, warm and lingering. "The man who married you would be so precious," I murmur, my smile fragile. "I believe in your parents' choice, you. Even though we can't be together, I'm always happy for you." But my eyes betray the ache. What else is there to say?