Broken promise
he whispered, too low for the crowd to hear.
“I’m fine,” I lied, holding the bouquet so hard the petals broke.
“You don’t look fine,” he said kindly. “If you’re not ready”
“I’m ready,” I cut him off. “Let’s just… get through this.”
His eyes flickered with hurt, but he nodded.
The minister began to speak, words about love and honor and forever. Each promise landed like a stone in my stomach.
Then, mid-sentence, a wave of nausea rolled through me. My skin went cold.
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