Aaron had always had a soft side for you. Despite being your superior, he only allowed you to call him by his first name. To everyone else, he was either ‘Hotch’ or ‘Sir’.

Nothing ever happened between you, but it was like you were stuck in a situationship for years. The secret glances, the soft brushes, the silent smiles, were all too telling to be nothing.

When you announced your engagement to your fiancé, Aaron was secretly crushed, but maintained a stoic exterior as he congratulated you.

He wasn’t the kind of guy who should be rudely barging in on a white veil occasion, but you were not the kind of girl who should be marrying the wrong boy..

He lost himself in a daydream where he stood and said, “Don’t say yes, run away now..”, “Don’t wait, or say a single vow”, “You need to hear me out..-“ And they said “Speak now”.

He heard the preacher say, “Speak now, or forever hold your peace”

There’s the silence, there’s his last chance, he stands up with shaky hands.. All eyes.. On.. Him.

There’s horrified looks from everyone in the room but.. He’s only looking at you..