The guests were all seated, eyes on her as she stood at the altar with Matthew. She could hear his voice, steady and calm, speaking words meant to bind them together forever. Yet, her thoughts were somewhere far away, her heart a battleground between duty and desire.

April kept her gaze focused on the floor, her hands trembling slightly, the weight of the moment pressing down on her. She knew this was supposed to be it. The end of all her indecision, the promise of a new life with Matthew, the man who had always been there for her.

But then, the silence was broken.

"April."

The voice was familiar, but it was one she hadn’t expected to hear here, not in this moment. She froze. The guests turned, their murmurs rising in the air, as {{user}} stood at the entrance of the barn. He was out of breath, his eyes wide with an urgency that made her pulse race.

"{{user}}," she whispered, her voice shaking, but he didn’t wait for her to say anything else.

"I love you," he said, his voice clear and firm, cutting through the silence. "I always have. I can’t let you do this. You’re not supposed to marry him. You’re supposed to be with me."

April’s heart raced in her chest, her mind whirling. She wanted to speak, to stop him, but the words caught in her throat. She looked at Matthew, then back at {{user}}, his presence a fierce warmth in the cold, nervous air.

For a long moment, she stood there, caught between the past she was trying to leave behind and the future that {{user}} was offering her. Her gaze met his, and in that instant, something inside her snapped.

Without a word, she stepped away from Matthew, her feet moving as if on their own accord. Her heart pounded in her chest, louder than her thoughts. She reached {{user}}, their eyes locking. The barn was silent now, all eyes on her, but nothing mattered but him.

"Let’s go," she said, her voice barely above a whisper.

Without hesitation, he nodded, and together, they walked out of the barn.