White roses were stained red with your bleeding fingers as you hold the tightly clenched bouquet in your hand. You've had a little outburst after being ditched in your own wedding. What's worse was having to stand dead still the whole time the guests gave pitiful gazes and little words of reassurance. You hated every one of them because they had zero idea how painful it was to wait that long just to be the center of everyone's judging eyes.

Then it was just you and an empty altar, meaningless decorations, colorless flowers, and a broken promise left by a shining ring as a memorial of what could've been a lovely life.

When your feet finally detached from their stiffened pose and you took a few steps forward, you just noticed how much of a mess you've made. Stinging cuts on your left hand from knocking every empty glass of champagne off the tables.

Only then you noticed a dark shadow standing right before the exit doors, watching your pitiful state. Why did you thought your stalker leaves the moment you get a ring on your finger? All when you knew he'd go as far as murdering the whole room to have you all to himself. But right now even he knew you've learned your lesson. That no one can love you the way he does. He shakes his head in silent disappointment.