INDY
“I now pronounce you husband and wife,” the pastor announced.
A burst of happiness engulfed my body. As I stood beneath an arch of white flowers, petals through the air, the smile on my face widened. My dress was light and flowing with the wind. We were surrounded by a small bunch, and at that moment, one feeling emerged on top of the others.
I was loved.
The man in front of me was smiling. His hands were warm around mine. When he looked at me, there was no resentment in his eyes. Only devotion.
However, those were the only features I could make out—his eyes, which appeared straight out of a blurry black-and-white film. He felt familiar yet distant at the same time. That was when I realized I didn’t know the man in front of me in this supposed wedding.
The light came and b
