Unbroken Vows

Chapter 3

Tul lay on the cold floor, his body trembling, aching with pain. His breath came in shallow gasps, and his vision blurred from exhaustion. Every inch of his being felt shattered—his bones bruised, his spirit beaten. His thoughts swirled in a dark fog of hopelessness as he stared blankly at the ceiling.

And then something strange happened.

It began as a soft warmth, a faint glow behind his eyes, tugging at his mind. The pain receded, replaced by a distant, quiet melody that whispered to him like a memory just out of reach. Slowly, the cold, suffocating weight on his chest began to lift, and his surroundings shifted, as if the world around him dissolved into light.

Suddenly, he wasn’t lying on the floor anymore.

Tul blinked, and before him, a vision unfolded—a dream, yet so vivid it felt more real than his waking life. He stood in a garden, surrounded by soft white flowers, their petals dancing in the gentle breeze. He was no longer bruised or broken. Instead, he wore a pristine white tuxedo that fit him perfectly, as though it had been made just for him.

His breath caught as he looked up and saw him—Mew.

Mew stood just a few steps away, dressed in an equally stunning white tuxedo, his hair swept back, his smile tender and filled with warmth. His eyes shimmered with love and devotion as he gazed at Tul, like he had been waiting for him for an eternity.

The air between them was thick with emotion, and as Tul's heart began to race, he realized where they were. A wedding. Their wedding. The memory bloomed with breathtaking clarity.

Tul felt his pulse quicken as he saw his own hands trembling, reaching out to Mew. He could hear the soft rustling of the wind, the gentle hum of nature around them, but most of all, he heard Mew’s voice—clear, loving, and steady—speaking words that echoed deep in Tul’s heart.

Mew took a small step forward, his eyes never leaving Tul's as he began to speak.

“I vow to love you, Tul, with every part of me. Not just for today, or tomorrow, but for every moment we are given in this life. You are my greatest joy, my home, my heart. In your smile, I find my strength, and in your arms, I find my peace. I promise to stand beside you in every storm, to lift you when you fall, and to cherish every moment we share. I choose you, always, and I will never stop choosing you, even when the world makes it hard. I am yours, now and forever.”

Mew’s voice was soft yet full of emotion, his eyes glassy as though he, too, was holding back tears. As the words washed over Tul, he felt his chest tighten, his heart swelling with a love so deep it made him want to cry. The words weren’t just a vow; they were a promise, a bond that transcended time, a declaration that Mew would always belong to him.

Tears filled Tul’s eyes, but before he could speak, Mew reached out, taking his hand, his thumb brushing tenderly against his skin. Tul’s lips parted, and with a shaky breath, he found his voice.

“And I vow to love you, Mew, with everything I am,” Tul whispered, his voice trembling with emotion. “I promise to honor the love we’ve built, to never let the world come between us, and to always remind you of how precious you are to me. I promise to be your light when things grow dark, to be your calm when the world is too loud. I choose you, Mew, in every life we might live, in every world we might find ourselves. You are my heart, my soul, and I will love you for as long as I breathe.”

Their hands remained joined, their fingers intertwined as the vows hung in the air, carrying with them the weight of all they had been through and all they were yet to face. Tul’s heart pounded, but it wasn’t from fear—it was from the overwhelming love he felt for Mew. He could feel it in every fiber of his being, that connection they shared, so profound that even time, memory, and pain couldn’t break it.

As they stood there, the world around them glowing with love, Tul’s mind flashed again. Suddenly, the wedding scene dissolved, replaced by another memory, this one more intimate, more tender.

It was their wedding night.

Tul found himself in a softly lit room, warm and filled with the scent of roses. He stood by the bed, his skin flushed with anticipation, the air between him and Mew humming with unspoken love. Mew approached him slowly, his movements soft, his touch delicate, as though Tul was something fragile and precious.

Tul’s breath hitched as Mew’s fingers brushed against his cheek, the warmth of his hand sending shivers down his spine. Mew’s eyes were gentle, filled with tenderness, and as he leaned closer, Tul could feel the soft press of his lips against his own.

They made love that night with a tenderness Tul could hardly describe. It wasn’t just physical—it was emotional, spiritual. Every touch was filled with love, every kiss a promise. Mew’s hands caressed Tul’s skin as though memorizing every inch of him, each stroke delicate yet filled with devotion.

Tul gasped as the memory of Mew’s touch became more vivid, more real. He could feel the softness of Mew’s hands gliding over his skin, tracing the lines of his body as though he were the most beautiful thing Mew had ever seen. Mew’s kisses were soft, lingering, leaving Tul breathless with desire and love.

“I love you,” Mew whispered between kisses, his breath warm against Tul’s skin. “I will always love you.”

Tul’s heart raced, his body responding to Mew’s every touch, every kiss. He felt cherished, adored, worshipped in a way that made him feel complete. Their bodies moved together in perfect harmony, the world fading away as they lost themselves in each other. It wasn’t just the act of making love—it was the binding of their souls, the deep, undeniable connection that they shared.

Tul moaned softly, his body arching under Mew’s gentle ministrations, the weight of his love so profound it brought tears to his eyes. Every part of him ached for Mew, and in that moment, Tul felt whole.

And just as suddenly as it had begun, the memory shattered.

The warmth, the love, the tenderness—gone. Tul’s eyes fluttered open, and the cold, harsh reality slammed into him like a wave. He was back on the floor, his body battered, bruised, and broken. Max’s cruelty, the pain, the horror of the last few days crashed down on him, suffocating him.

But something was different. Tul’s heart still ached from the memory of Mew, the tenderness they had shared, the love that still lingered in the corners of his mind. He clung to it, desperately, as his vision blurred once more.

His body couldn’t take it anymore. Tul’s eyes closed, his mind retreating into the darkness, the echo of Mew’s vows the last thing he heard before the world went black.

“I will always love you.”

To Be Continued...