"What I Wish I Could Touch"
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The morning sun poured into the bridal room like honey, soft and golden. Laughter floated through the air as Rose stood on a little platform in her lace wedding gown, beaming at her reflection like the world had finally settled just right.
Emily sat on the nearby couch, holding a bouquet of white roses in her lap, heart both full and aching.
“You’re not crying,” Rose teased. “Do I need to turn around and come back in slow motion?”
Emily smiled. “No, I’m saving my tears for the vows. You better say something worth sobbing over.”
Rose rolled her eyes, then looked over at her best friend — really looked.
“You okay?”
“I’m happy,” Emily said. It wasn’t a lie… just not the whole truth.
The room bustled again — hair being curled, dresses being adjusted, voices rising and falling like music. But in Emily’s head, Ryan’s poem still echoed.
> The truth I buried long ago…
Lies hidden past the poet’s tree…
She pushed the thought away. Not today.
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The ceremony was beautiful.
James stood at the altar like a man who had waited his whole life to say one word: Yes.
Rose walked down the aisle with tears already streaking her cheeks.
Emily watched it all, trying to memorize the way love looked when it was real and alive and possible.
When the vows were exchanged, she didn’t cry.
Not until Rose looked back at her — just for a moment — and mouthed, “Thank you.”
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That night, during the soft glow of the reception lights, Emily stepped outside. The music behind her was warm and distant.
She leaned against a railing, the wind brushing her face, the stars above so quiet it almost hurt.
And then… she heard it.
A whisper.
> “You shouldn’t have opened it.”
She turned sharply.
No one was there.
But she knew that voice.
The shadow.
The warning.
It followed her here.
Even on the happiest day, the past wouldn’t let go.
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The memory keeper PART 1
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