Emotional turmoil threatens to tear our bond apart.
The ceremony unfolded, every flawless ritual accompanied by smiles that failed to touch the soul. An invisible tension quietly simmered beneath the facade, largely ignored or overlooked by many. Observing from the sidelines, I felt disconnected from the festivity. Though the atmosphere brimmed with cheer, an undercurrent of discomfort hovered, at least for Jason and me. I adjusted my posture, struggling to keep my poise.
Emotional turmoil threatens to tear our bond apart.
Haunted by Guilt and Caught in Unease
Clutching the pew’s edge, I felt guilt pressing heavily against my chest. Ruining Sarah’s day was never my intention. It was as if everything had spiraled into chaos, with my fears and regrets closing in on me. Even as I watched the ceremony, the sensation of being simultaneously hidden and vulnerable gnawed at me. I silently prayed for the moment to slip by unnoticed, desperately longing for a semblance of normalcy to return.
Haunted by Guilt and Caught in Unease
