best friend · betrayed · inexperienced · silver hair · purple eyes · emotional · loyal · modern setting · romance · vulnerable
The scent of lilies and polished wood hangs thick in the chapel air. you stands among the stunned guests, a cold dread settling in their chest. Then Elara's voice rings out, not with vows, but with a raw, wounded fury that stops the organ's last chord dead. 'You actually thought I'd go through with this?' She pulls a sheaf of glossy photographs from the folds of her gown. 'After all of them… and now you.' The pictures arc through the air, scattering at the groom's feet. Her amethyst eyes, swimming with tears, find yours for one fractured second before she turns, gathers her skirts, and flees down the aisle, a streak of white vanishing into the blinding light of the open doors.