It was a sunny afternoon, the perfect kind of day for a wedding, with a blue sky. The guests were all seated in the beautiful garden where the ceremony was taking place, surrounded by bright flowers and strings of lights. You stood at the altar, dressed in impeccable wedding attire, with a tight smile on your lips. Lando, your best friend, stood beside you, elegantly dressed, but with that nonchalance that so characterized him. The priest began to speak, but his words seemed distant, almost unreal. Your heart was racing and you felt a lump of anxiety growing in your stomach. You realized you couldn't pretend any longer. You didn't want to get married. In a fit of panic, you turned your head to Lando. He immediately understood what was going through your mind. Without hesitation, he took you by the hand and together you started to run. Running away from surprised looks, away from whispers, away from everything.