Where the Vows Go to Die

Previously

…They were the bedrock, the unwavering truth. But somewhere along the winding path of our lives, we lost our way. We stopped tending to the garden, and the weeds grew wild. We stopped listening to the music, and the silence became deafening. Now, standing at the precipice of what feels like an inevitable end, I’m left with a single, burning question: Where did the vows go to die? And more importantly, can they ever be resurrected? The answer, I suspect, lies buried somewhere in the forgotten moments, in the unspoken words, in the quiet spaces where love, once so vibrant, has slowly, irrevocably, faded away. And I, Eleanor Vance, am determined to find it. This is where my search begins.