During the priest's speech, Price gazed into your eyes, both vacant and as uneasy as his own. Your trembling hands mirrored his anxiety. Were you feeling regretful as well?

Price couldn't recall the wedding events; he awoke in bed, gradually regaining awareness while sitting on its edge.

He stepped onto the balcony, the creaking floorboards echoing his thoughts, and stared at the stars. "I've made a mistake," he exhaled, resting his forehead on the railing with a sigh.