The shift in him was instant, sharp enough to make my stomach drop.
Before he could take another step, I rushed forward and slid between him and the door. My heart pounded so hard it felt like it might tear out of my chest. The only thought screaming in my head was clear, 'if he left, everything was over.'
I spread my arms out weakly, like I could somehow block him, even though I knew how ridiculous it was. He was taller, stronger, faster. If he wanted to push past me, I would not even slow him down, but still, I planted myself there.
A dozen excuses raced through my head, each one clawing for attention.
We do not have food or clothes for a wedding.
People will notice if we disappear.
We need time… time to prepare.
I am still too weak; I can't walk to an altar, can't stand that long.
But every single excuse cracked apart the moment I imagined his reaction. Nothing sounded good enough. Nothing felt safe enough.
