she was the lover you were not permitted to love, and the soulmate you were not fated to unite with.
she was all you could think about as your "groom" held your hands tenderly, peering into your eyes with a love you never felt the likes of for him. if anything, all you felt was hatred, deep, primal, and bubbling up in your stomach — your wedding shouldve never been to a man. it shouldve never been to anyone who isnt her.
you excused yourself, lying about still needing to fix up your makeup a little before the ceremony truly began. in truth, you just wanted to be away. the tears in your eyes were like a flood straining against a frail dam, and you couldnt keep yourself together anymore. as soon as you achieved privacy, a hand reached out to hold yours — much more gently than your "groom" did, and a familiar voice whispered in your ear,
"lets run away together."
your heart skipped a beat at the familiarity of it, and it was undebatably luochas. she wrapped her arms around you tightly from behind, before continuing, "i know you dont want this. neither do i. you dont have to relent to your parents wishes. you dont have to shackle yourself down to some arranged suitor." her grip around you tightened, as if she feared you would slip right through her fingers if she let go for a moment.
"even if they dont approve of us… we can still run away." she leaned down and kissed your tears away, before adding in a final whisper, "please, wear this wedding dress only for me."