“I do.”
No pause.No conditions.No retreat.
Just the truth.
Heavy.
Unmovable.
“I do,” he says again, like it’s law now. Like the universe just bent around two words.
Something inside my chest gives way.
Not slowly.
Not safely.
All at once.
I exhale—and it breaks out of me in a sound language never taught me.
A wrecked, shuddering sob.
“I do, too.”
The admission feels like stepping off something higher than fear.
Like jumping without knowing whether there’s ground.
And somehow—
I don’t fall.
We stay like that.
Breathing.
Breaking.
Not bartering power.Not dancing for leverage.Not negotiating blood and empire.
Just two souls stripped bare in the dark.
I remain curled there long after the tears fade.
Long after breathing steadies.
And still—
Neither of us moves.
Because something sacred has taken root between stone and steel.
And we don’t dare touch it.
Not yet.
Pia’s Almost-Confession (Interrupted by Fate)
