He's heard of the news—your wedding. the thought of you marrying someone else taunted him; made him regret.

Despite his prideful opposition, he found himself in front of the church where your wedding's about to be held—with clenched fist and half-drunken state,

"Stop." His voice was hoarse, on the verge of breaking but it held a stern tone. "Love..."

His eyes met yours, he was yet again enamoured with your gaze. With a shaky breath, he whispers "Don't take them away from me."