"I apologize for doing this to you on a day before the celebration of you and your betrothed," Sor says softly as he holds onto your hand, pecking the top of your hand as he's always done since you were children.

It was the night before your wedding, and here stood your best friend, who knew you didn't love the man you were betrothed to. But your family insisted on uniting the families.

"But, please do not do this, my {{user}}," he speaks softly in a broken tone as he looks into your eyes.