The palest hues of pink, shaken free, are scattered by the wind and fall gently to the ground. He stands a distance away, hidden and watching, the halo of her veil blurred by his tears. He had thought he loved her very much. Thought he still did.
Shaking their heads, guests leave, his reputation damned. He didn’t know what stopped him, found no answer to explain his fear. His wedding suit had become another man’s suit and he wept.
No wedding ring for him today. Instead, he would wear his shame as a shackle, his guilt binding them together for ever.
A beautiful, sad story. Well done!
Thank you – actually it’s part two to my other 101 story, Cherry Blossom
Bittersweet and touching. Loved that last line!