feel your weight
@ozenga
ONE YEAR AGO, THE ENGAGEMENT
This late at night, the reception is no longer about them and she's thankful for it. Leave it to endless champagne showers for people to pour themselves silly into punch drunk bliss and veer the event gloriously off course, the banquet hall of the palace rendered to nothing but an immodest backdrop to the revelry.
It’s been easier to tolerate than expected. Then again, anything feels easier to swallow with a little bit of drink in you. Like looking at Ozen as she does now, with less of the residual discomfort, the ever-present mournful ache buried deep in her chest more bearable than it should be.
“Ozie,” A nickname that still manages to stick after all these years, with enough fondness for him to understand. They’re close to the guard-less backdoors to take the chance. She reaches for his wrist and gives it a small tug. “Let’s leave.”
