Clara
The ceremony begins, and for me, it still feels surreal. Ethan holds my hand tightly; I feel his cold skin… The sound of the voice leading the ceremony gradually envelops me. It's not a distant voice, not mechanical… It's close, warm… as if he truly understands what he's saying, as if he knows us.
I gently squeeze Ethan's hand in mine, feeling his thumb move barely against my skin, as if he needs to make sure I'm there. And I am… Completely.
"Some stories only begin once…"
The person in front of us says.
"And there are others… that have the privilege of being rewritten."
I feel those words pierce me; I don't have to look at Ethan to know he felt it too.
"Not everyone has the courage to try again…"
"To look at each other after all… and decide to stay."
I swallow hard, feelin
