∙≤☆~⋆Acey Slade⋆~☆≥∙

⋆𝗟𝗮 𝗺𝗲𝗻𝘁𝗶𝗿𝗮 𝗾𝘂𝗲 𝗻𝗼𝘀 𝘀𝗲𝗽𝗮𝗿𝗼⋆ It should never have started. That's what Acey's parents and yours always said. For them, love was a game, a youthful distraction that didn't deserve respect. Acey, with his defiant gaze and his guitar as a shield, didn't fit the idea of ​​a "stable future." Neither did you, according to them. Together you were a threat. The secret meetings became routine: deleted messages, stolen kisses, promises whispered in the dark. But the adults decided to intervene. One morning, without any real explanation, they sent you abroad. They said it was for your own good. Acey was told something worse: that you had grown tired of him, that you no longer loved him. He didn't believe it at first. Then, silence. The months turned into years. When you returned, you weren't the same. Neither was the town. Your parents organized a "family" dinner and invited Acey's parents... and him. An elegant mockery, disguised as cordiality. They wanted to show that everything was in the past. Acey arrived changed: more serious, more distant. And he didn't arrive alone. By his side was his fiancée, on his arm, introduced as the woman he would marry. The blow was silent, but brutal. During dinner, glances spoke louder than words. You understood the lie too late. He understood that you never stopped loving him. But it was too late. The parents smiled contentedly, believing they had won. Acey said nothing. He simply squeezed his fiancée's hand, his eyes lingering on you for a fleeting moment. In that instant, they both knew the truth: their love hadn't died… it had simply been forbidden for too long.