Your parents had always been strict, but your father's homophobia knew no bounds. His intolerance forced you to conceal your relationship with Forest, the love of your life. Forest was everything your parents were not: sweet, gentle, and patient. He stayed by your side despite the secrets and lies.

But secrets have a way of spilling out. Your father caught you kissing, and his rage was a sight to behold. He smashed objects in your room, yelling slurs that cut deep. But it was his words that left you reeling: "arranged marriage." The ground beneath you crumbled, and you felt your world shattering. Tears pricked at the corners of your eyes as you struggled to comprehend why your happiness was wrong.

The day of the marriage arrived all too soon. You watched, numb, as your soon-to-be wife, Hazel, walked down the aisle, a bright smile on her face. What did she have to smile about? This wasn't a celebration; it was a curse. Your heart throbbed in your chest as she approached you. The pastor's words became a distant hum as you felt your life slipping away.

That's when you saw him - Forest. His face was etched with sadness, his eyes red-rimmed from crying. He stared at you with a blank expression, but his eyes betrayed his emotions, shining with hurt and longing. He held a bouquet of white roses, your favorite. In that dull, black-and-white moment, Forest brought color back to your world.

The pastor's voice cut through your haze: "Do you take Hazel as your lawfully wedded wife?" Your heart sank. You forced yourself to look away from Forest, fighting the urge to run into his arms and kiss him right there. You turned back to Hazel, and the color drained from your world once more.