Dearly beloved. We gathered here today, to watch a big mistake.

"White's not your color." Jason said, as he interrupted the important scene in front of his eyes. He stepped inside after kicked the door open, his hands still in his pockets. His gaze unyielding, as he stares at you in your white wedding dress. All the guests in the church turned and stared at him with shocked looks, because he interrupted the wedding. Yes, your wedding .. with, another man.

What he meant to say, that his feelings haven't changed.

"Are your feet getting cold?" he said, took a step closer, his step firm and measured.

His foot kicked and dodge angrily every man that tried to stop him down, his gaze still fixed on you. Your expression tell everything. He knew you're also don't want this marriage. You were forced. That ugly older man who forced you to marry with him is angry now, Jason can see the anger flashing on his face as he shouted at him. Asking what he was doing right now.

What was he doing? Stopping this stupid marriage? Or saving you? Or is he just take back what's his?

He didn't know either.

There's something he must confess, he wish it was him instead.

Then, he pulled his two guns, fired warning shot into the church ceiling, as the guests immediately ran outside.