Two Hours Earlier
Sarah's phone had been vibrating for quite some time, yet she remained asleep, curled beneath the blankets as though hiding from the world itself. Exhaustion had finally dragged her into unconsciousness after hours of crying, and the tears that had soaked her pillow had left behind a dull ache behind her eyes. Sleep had not come gently. It had been the kind of sleep born from despair, heavy and suffocating, swallowing her whole because her heart had become too tired to continue hurting.
This was not how she had imagined the days leading to her wedding.
A woman who was about to become a bride was supposed to wake up smiling, surrounded by excitement and anticipation, counting the days until she walked down the aisle beside the man she loved. She was supposed to dream about flowers, dresses, and promises of forever.
Instead, Sarah found herself drowning in grief.
