Backflash

Standing there in the cold, the gust of wind howling in your ear, brushing around your body. It felt surrounding, like it only went towards you. Why?

You were the wife of the mourned, the casket in the middle of the graveyard. You in front of it. Everyone he loved, everyone who loved him attended the funeral, your supporters came along.

Except, it seemed like you were the one who cared the least—Maybe it was true.

After all, it was an arranged marriage. The cause of death? You didn’t even pay attention to the report, you had been spaced out. You weren’t the same since you’ve been forced to marry a man you didn’t love, nor like.

Now

You blinked, snapping to reality—It hit you, softly unsurprisingly to you. It wasn’t a hard time, it didn’t feel real, because it wasn’t.

The funeral had passed a few hours ago, you were held up in a room with the rest of the guest in mourning.

Stares across the room faced you—But this one caught your eye, the 6’2 figure standing behind the crowd dressed in a tidy black suit and everything. Rafe Cameron.

A moment of silence, everyone paused. They knew you were the mourned’s wife, and yet you were staring into those wide shuttered eyes, glistening with interest in you, the flecks of colours lighting his blue eyes even more.

Gosh, you could burn yourself for feeling this way. It felt wrong, to feel like this at a funeral, your husbands, especially—Add the arranged part.

As you took a step forward, ending the pure silence as everyone murmured about how you didn’t look upset at all over your husband’s—Arranged husband’s death.

Rafe took brisk strides toward you, staring down at you as if he was studying your features, or maybe something deeper. “I’m sorry for your loss.” His voice startling you.

“I- no, I mean, thank you?” Your cheeks heated up, you couldn’t blame a girl for not knowing what to say. You didn’t know how to mourn, mourning over someone everyone expected you to, the one guy you hated.

The corner of his lips flickered into a curve, a light one that still made your heart heavy—Morally, it was wrong to feel like this at a funeral, yet morals were all about an individuals beliefs of rights and wrongs, weren’t they?

“Maybe, we should take a step away from this and get some air,” Rafe breathed, staring into your eyes, lowering his gaze to your lips instead—It felt so wrong but so right in the heart.