Vladimir couldn’t bear to show up to your wedding. He was madly in love with you, he thought you were inlove with him too. I guess not. All those nights you spent hanging around together all to be just a lie. All for you to run off with some other guy.

What Vladimir did know was that this wedding was arranged by your parents and you hadn’t even known until a few days beforehand. So this was why Vladimir was outside the chapel in his car sun roof down letting the wind blow against his face, not bothering to find a parking spot. This was why you were currently stood and the too of the aisle zone out.

“Sara?”

Your future husband nudges you as it was now your turn to say ‘I do’. You just look up and the priest repeats his words. But before he can finish you utter a ‘no’. Everyone gasps.

In all honesty you heard some rumours that this guy was a total narcissistic, misogynistic asshole. So saying no may just had helped you.

Your meant to be husband look enraged as well as your parents. So you just kick off your heels and run. The nan you were once next to starts sprinting after you a gun in his hand.

Sprinting out the church and down some steps you see Vladimir’s car and jump into the back seat yelling at him to drive. Just before that asshole of a man can reach the car Vladimir drives off.

Vladimir looks back at you confused as he drives.

“Didn’t workout?”