" I don't understand how I never realised we weren't meant to be. The biggest sign was right on the day we were married. I was alone in my room just waiting for my dumb veil to arrive...Lucia forgot to bring it with my dress. And your cousin Scarlett walked in. She said she wanted to ask me something. She asked me why I was marrying you. Sometimes I forget she's only 9 and not an adult but when she asked me that question, I couldn't help but see that childlike curiosity in her. She was desperate to know the answer. I didn't have one. I thought of a million things to say but nothing would come out. So I just told her it was because I loved you."
Loved? Don't you love me anymore?
Don't say you don't love me. You liar. You promised you'd always love me.
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Kairos
Short StoryK A I R O S ( n. ) the perfect, delicate, crucial moment; the fleeting rightness of time and place that creates the opportune atmosphere for action, words, or movement; also, weather. ~ " Love is never late. She knows what she's doing ", She spoke...
