Two Years of Silence
Language: en
I spent two years tending to Damien Thorne after the accident that left him paralyzed. Everyone in our circle assumed that the moment he could walk again, he’d put a ring on my finger. The night his surgery was declared a success, I was the only one who asked, "Do you still want to marry me?" He hesitated. That one simple word—"Yes"—never made it past his lips. I let out a short, dry laugh. "I get it." I pulled the ring off my finger and walked out of the house I’d called home for two years, and I didn't look back.