Emily and James had just kissed at the altar. The cheers were still echoing when Emily’s breath hitched. Her smile faltered, the color drained from her face, and she whispered, “James.” He stepped toward her, confused, and she crumpled into his arms. The room went silent in one hard snap. A moment ago they were perfect. Now everyone watched, frozen, as James begged for help and held his bride like she might slip away.
It should have been the happiest day. They’d dated five years. They met at university and fit together like matching pieces. Emily worked at a local charity, the sort of person who remembered birthdays and bought extra groceries for neighbors. James was gentle and careful, a graphic designer who liked quiet mornings and simple plans.
They looked like a forever couple. But under the smiles were nerves neither of them said out loud. Emily worried about being enough—for him, for the guests, for the life they were promising. James loved her, but the idea of forever made his chest feel tight. He told himself it was normal to be scared. He told himself to….Read Full Story Here.………………
