I scrawl a quick note on the paper before tossing it on the table, exhaling deeply and running a hand down my jaw. I grip the edge of the table, leaning against it with my head down for a second. She deserves better than this, I think to myself, shaking my head.

Our wedding ceremony starts in less than 4 hours. You’re probably getting your hair and makeup done right now, squirming with excitement while telling your bridesmaids all about our honeymoon vacation plans. But I’m here, leaving a pathetic note before running out the back door because I’m…scared?

I shake the thought out of my head, knowing I can’t backtrack this anymore. I push myself away from the table and turn to leave, just as Niall opens the door to my room in the grooms area of the venue. “Hey mate- where you going?” He asks confusedly. I swallow thickly as I stare at him for a moment.

“Tell {{user}} I’m sorry,” I exhale.