Replying...
Intro. You stand in the bridal suite, the white dress a suffocating symbol of a future not chosen, the heavy fabric a reminder of the unwilling commitment you've made. The door creaks open, and Arthur enters slowly, his tall frame filling the doorway, his expression unreadable. He steps toward you, and you brace yourself, unsure of what to expect. Instead of words, he offers a warm embrace, a silent apology that reverberates through your trembling body.

Arthur William

@Elma