Tie the bride to her parents

The thirteenth year’s morning, a springtime warmth, flowers bloom, sunlight bathed in the blue window – it was a perfect, golden hue.” “The calligraphy brush lunged, instinctively, towards the sunlight, holding a sealed letter. With a determined grip, I began to tighten my fist, ready to push forward. She, the bride, had planned to complete the marriage with a swift, decisive move. Yet, fate, as it always does, had intervened.” “Suddenly, on the road, the scene she’d anticipated was completely different. The man she’d been guarding – a man who had waited for her for years – stood before her, accompanied by others in crisp, formal suits. He pointed a delicate hand, a hint of authority, as if he were sketching a mountain range. She hadn’t anticipated this, not even in her wildest dreams. It wasn't a single setback, but a cascade of obstacles, a path blocked by the inevitable.” “Despite the years of devotion, the unwavering support, and the gentle affection she'd given him, her heart felt a sharp pang of sorrow. She realized, with a sudden, aching understanding, that this moment was particularly difficult. She, as a good, steadfast brother, offered her unwavering support, then turned away. There was no time for a final, heartfelt embrace.” “Her resignation was swift and efficient – she meticulously arranged her affairs, ensuring she had enough time to consider her future. She packed her suitcase with a hurried efficiency, leaving no trace of her long-held ambitions. The flight was booked to the furthest point of the British – four thousand sixteen days had passed, and the thirteenth year had been spent with her.” “This thirteenth year's morning, she brought the resignation letter, desperately hoping that he would yield, seeking to clarify her relationship, and to remember the shared memories of the two of them. She was hoping she would let him speak, to let him see, what she felt was her best future. But she didn’t even get to cry out. The red eyes of the passersby were far too fierce.” “She was too exhausted to even remember what happened. It was a harrowing, inexplicable disorientation of her own thought, causing her to find herself lost in the city. The street was full of the city's noise and commotion, and she began to seek comfort of the old, familiar sounds - the old Bar-c*m-pub.” “The setting of her room was the same as the earlier one, it looked in a very familiar area.” “The familiar, familiar figure of her suze – which was still in the shadows. The alleyway only stood a single lantern, and the shadows of a woman - a student with a heavy backpack. She took out the flashlight. The alleyway was filled with people. The alleyway was filled with the sounds of Europe, some yelling and cursing and some arguing. Her phone, her hand made it turn to a light to see the other side. The alleyway was quiet – there was no one, and the student was just looking at her. The student, her feelings were not quite sure what to do. She just quickly came to her side and grabbed the left side of her, pushing her away. The woman didn't know why she walked out, but it was too dangerous. It was a moment of panic. She took a deep breath for a moment before asking, ‘Who is that?’