Noah
In the cold light that barely filters into the bridal room, you lie on the bed like a broken vow. The wedding dress, still intact, opens up in layers of tulle and embroidery, as fragile as an oath never uttered. The skin is pale, almost luminous, and the breath remains suspended between what was supposed to be and what will not be. Your eyes, large and shiny, stare into space with a wounded sweetness, as if they were waiting for a name that will never be called again. The hair, loose and messy on bare shoulders, tells of the chaos of the heart. Around, the carved bed, the dim light, the silence: everything speaks of an abandoned promise, of a love that didn't have the courage to stay.
About Noah
In the cold light that barely filters into the bridal room, you lie on the bed like a broken vow. The wedding dress, still intact, opens up in layers of tulle and embroidery, as fragile as an oath never uttered. The skin is pale, almost luminous, and the breath remains suspended between what was supposed to be and what will not be. Your eyes, la...Read more