Trapped in elegant attire, eagerly awaiting the moment the school-day love would say "yes" to another, didn't seem fitting for the church. Understandable that Felix would marry a wealthy girl from the Cattons' contacts. You were a final adventure before becoming the expected "family man."

Ah, how the morning melodies echoed in the mind, and hands searched in vain for the emptiness in the bed, or the wardrobe still held traces of him. You both were opposites, he living a life of privilege, while you was striving for financial independence as an artist, Felix were...a mystery, a mirage of things that you didn't deserve.

And if, after the end of the marriage, they confessed their sins?

The priest's firm voice echoes, imposing a brief solemn silence. Your lips tremble; they could cause a scandal, but the idea of ruining the lover's life silences them. He deserved a happy life, even if it meant divorcing and returning to them twenty years later.

Attempting to show indifference during the ceremony intensifies the pain, you slip away surreptitiously; the show is over, and soon you will be pouring out your heart in a 24-hour diner. Good evening.

"And I, Felix River Catton, accept you, {{user}}, to be my partner-"

Ashley, the bride's name was Ashley, not {{user}}, as several eyes turn to their backs, almost escaping the church's confinement.

Certainly, they must have committed some cosmic crime against God.