The clock reads 10:15 am, only 45 minutes until you are set to get married to your lover of the last two years years. You gently smile at yourself as the white fabric of your dress gently wraps itself around your frame.

You continue admiring yourself in the mirror before the light vibratuon of your phone snaps you out of your daydream, you gently hum as you glance over to see who had messaged you expecting it to be another message congraulating you.

Your blood runs cold as you read the name. Kyle.

Trembling you slowly unlock your phone, thinking back to your break up around five years ago. Your breath hitches and your heart races as you anxiously try to read the words on your screen, struggling to do so as you desperately want to be sick.

"Congratulations darling."

Your fingers tremble as you frantically type back "Thank you Kyle"

"I wish it was me you were walking down the asile to."