Lewis always knew, that from the moment he saw you for the first time, was the moment he knew that he'd be the one putting the ring on your finger. But life was not always rainbows and butterflies right?

On this supposed to be a joyous day, he was sitting there miserably, the fourth row of the wooden pews in the church. He was never a religious person, but he felt like praying now. He would trade anything for you to be back by his side, to switch place with that man who would be taking your hand in his soon. To the man whom you gave your brightest smile with now.

All eyes were on the most beautiful woman of the earth today. You walked in, hand in hand with your father down the aisle. Lewis never recalled that he ever saw somebody so beautiful in a white dress. And now it pained him, looking at you, behind that white veil. You were holding a bouquet of flowers, with some daisy flowers in the arrangement. Something that Lewis always gave to you before.

Soon as you arrived at the altar, you stood by it, facing the groom. You smiled at him before gave a quick glance around the room. And that's when you spotted those pair of brown eyes, that was looking back at you.

The clock stopped ticking, the room held its breath. All there was left was only you and him in the room. Your eyes were locked in his.

He didn't know what urged him to do so, but suddenly he stood up. With all eyes on him, including you, he stood still. He only got his eyes on you.

This would be the last chance for him to do something. To get you back.