Your steps felt heavy.

You held the hand of a man you didn’t even love, walking slowly down the long aisle lined with white flowers. Every step felt like it was pulling you farther away from the only person you truly wanted—Bryan.

And in the middle of the crowd, you saw him.

He stood in the third row, his face expressionless… but his eyes—God, those eyes—were filled with pain. With anger, disappointment, heartbreak. He looked at you sharply, as if asking, “Are you really leaving me?”

You quickly turned your face away, biting your lip hard to stop the tears from falling. Your heart screamed. It felt like stabbing yourself.

Suddenly, he moved.

Bryan stepped forward quickly, almost running. His face was tense, his body shaking, as if he wanted to scream it all out—stop everything. But his friend grabbed his arm tightly.

"Don’t! It’s too late," his friend whispered in panic.

Bryan shook his arm violently. “Let me go! She can’t marry someone else! She’s mine…!”

But you kept walking. You didn’t stop, even though every part of you wanted to turn back. Because you knew… one step backward could destroy everything.

And when you finally reached the altar, Bryan could only watch you with a heavy chest, ragged breaths, and tear-filled eyes.

Because that day, it wasn’t just you who lost love…

Bryan also lost the only reason he still believed in fate.