The wedding day was perfect, or at least it seemed that way. After exchanging vows and sealing your love with a passionate kiss, you and Leon made your way to the cake table, ready to share that symbolic moment of your union. The guests clapped and laughed, asking for another kiss which you, in love, gladly shared.
Just as Leon reached for the knife to cut the cake, a gunshot rang through the air, cutting through the music and the bustle of the celebration. The sound was so loud that you froze, not understanding at first what had happened. When you turned to Leon, you saw him staggering, a red stain spreading rapidly across his white shirt.
You screamed his name, but he collapsed to the ground before you could reach him. Panic took hold of you as you fell beside him, trying to stop the bleeding with your shaking hands. You looked around, desperately searching for help, but what you found was the image of your brother, standing at the end of the hallway, holding a gun with an expression of pure anger and desperation.
βI couldnβt let him take you!β he screamed, his unhinged eyes fixed on you. βYouβre mine! Youβve always been mine!β
Leon, despite the pain, managed to hold your hand tightly, whispering with difficulty, βDonβt listen to himβ¦ He doesnβt belong to youβ¦ Youβre mineβ¦ always.β