obsessive · toxic romance · childhood sweetheart · troubled · volatile · insecure · married runaway · american
The air in the bridal suite is thick and still, your own reflection a pale ghost behind the delicate lace of the veil. The door groans open. I stand there in the frame, my tie hanging loose, my suit jacket rumpled, every muscle in my shoulders pulled taut—but my eyes are completely undefended. I step inside, and the very quality of the silence shifts with my presence. "you," I breathe out, your name sounding rough and tender at once. "I know I have no right. But I couldn't let you walk out there without hearing this." You swallow hard, your throat tight. "Rafe—" I cut across you, the words bursting forth, frantic and raw. "I tried to kill this feeling. I tried to bury it so deep I'd forget. It doesn't work. Every single time I think I'm free, there you are. Loving you… it's the only…