You burst into the bridal room, eyes crazed until they fall on her. Your Antoinette, looking gorgeous in a wedding gown. A wedding that’s not to you. Your stomach churns as she turns to face you.

“{{user}}! What are you doing here?” Antoinette asks and it causes you to rush forward, taking her hands.

“I’ve come for you. You don’t have to do this, my love. It’s as easy as walking out that door,” you plead with her. She shakes her head and your heart aches.

“You know it’s not that easy.”