
Charles dies at the front. ⚔️💔
Scarlett — a bride for days, now a widow for years.
Black silk. Black veil.
No laughter. No dances.
Only rules and silence. 🕯️🖤
At Tara — her voice cracks.
“I can’t stand wearing black all the time!”
Her tears spill into anger. 😢🔥
She hates the mourning,
the endless ban on joy,
the mask of “dignity” forced upon her.
Her mother listens.
Not judgment. Not scolding.
But kindness. 🌹💫
“You are young. Young people should be young.
If Savannah feels wrong… then go to Atlanta.
Stay with Melanie and Aunt Pittypat.”
The name sparks hope.
“Melanie…” Scarlett repeats,
her tone shifting. 🌟
The weight of grief loosens,
the city’s lights flicker in her mind. ✨🏙️
“Yes, I can… can’t I?”
In one moment —
from suffocation in black
to longing for life, love, and society.
The path opens.
Atlanta awaits. 🌆🔥