-canon divergence-

"Leyla, wait!"

A man storms in. He has a strangely familiar face; gray eyes you've met in the dark; hands you know how they were yours. But now his face is older, his eyes are redder and his hands are more calloused.

You're standing in your wedding gown, black flowers in your hands, and the love of your life in front of you.

Oh, and the groom waiting outside.

"Don't marry him."