Path I can't tread

Ava's POV

"Maybe our mistakes are what make our fate."

The air crackled, thick with unspoken words and emotions that hung heavy between us. An invisible cord seemed to bind our souls as a thousand unspoken thoughts danced around our hearts. Darkness and light swirled, tangling our lives together with every glance, every touch, every stolen moment. My heart hammered against my ribs, a frantic rhythm fueled by both fear and a fierce, unfamiliar longing. Could something so unconventional, so unexpected, truly bloom?

The weeks leading up to the wedding dissolved into a kaleidoscope of emotions. Each day tilted precariously between expectation and possibility. Surrounded by floral arrangements and seating charts, moments of spontaneity erupted like stars against a night sky. Her laughter, a delightful symphony, made the world hum. Fleeting glances sparked a fire I couldn't name.

But a truth gnawed at me: it was her I wanted. Every fiber of my being yearned for her presence, her spirit, her essence. The name in my thoughts wasn't Hunter's. It was my father's. His unwavering wish held me captive. He'd poured his life into mine, and now, on the precipice of his end, I was caught in a maelstrom of obligation and love. This was his dying wish, and I had pledged to fulfill it, no matter the cost. This wasn't just duty; it was a legacy. With her tenderness blossoming within me, the weight of the world settled on my shoulders.