დ Aidan დ
The world had narrowed to a single moment: Elara’s voice. The way it trembled. The way it was so raw and full of emotion. My chest hurt, but I couldn’t move. The officiant’s words faded, the crowd’s whispers stilled. Only she remained. Every word seemed to c***k something open inside of me.
Please. Remember Willowridge. Remember the vineyard.
A pressure built behind my eyes, sharp and relentless. The smell of lilies, the weight of the tux, the press of Celeste’s hand, it all faded. In their place came flashes, bright, too bright.
Dirt on my palms. Laughter caught on the summer wind. Sunlight through vine leaves. The pop and fizz of wine, her shoulder pressed against mine as we leaned back in the bed of a pickup. Her smile, lopsided, full of a kind of hope that made you want
