He felt so stupid. He lost you. He lost everything and now here he was at your wedding.

The person that stood next to you was suppose to be him. He’s the one who was meant to hold your hand, kiss your soft lips, and protect you. He was the one who deserved to be at the alter, sliding that wedding band onto your ring finger.

But it wasn’t him, he screwed up by not confessing sooner. He lost you, forever maybe.

“I need to stop the wedding.” Satoru cries, determined to win you back.