There was no moon that night. Only the sound of distant thunder, and the low whisper of wind weaving through the bare trees. Inside the old stone house, candlelight flickered like a secret trying not to be found.

Bunny stood by the frost-covered window, her reflection ghosting beside her.

She didn’t turn when she spoke.

“We better bind ourselves, Clyde. Marry me or I’ll haunt the pieces of you that try to forget.”

There was no threat in her voice. Only an ache so deep it made the shadows lean in to listen.

Clyde was silent. His hands were buried in the pockets of his coat, and his eyes, those dark oceans, didn’t leave her.

“You think I’d hesitate?” he finally said, his voice a breath above silence.

“We’re already bound. There’s no version of me that walks this world without you in it.”

Bunny closed her eyes. A tear slid down her cheek, slow and unnoticed.

“I can’t share this with another soul. I won’t dilute it. This… whatever we are… it’s too loud inside me to survive with someone else.”

He crossed the room, footsteps silent on the old wooden floor, and stopped behind her.

“The world is cruel,” she whispered.

“It gives, then rips. One twist, one cruel morning, and I could lose you. And watch you live a life that forgets me.”

Clyde placed his hand on the glass beside hers. Their fingers never touched, but the cold that met them was the same.

“That will never happen.”

He leaned close, his breath warming the air between them.

“This love… it’s not built for sunlight and crowds. It lives in whispers, in the places no one looks. It’s our world. Just ours. 

The storm outside grew louder, but inside the silence was sacred.

Two souls.

One promise.