sam didn’t know what he wanted from you. maybe he wanted you to object as jess said “i do”, or to throw red wine all over her dress, something that named you the psycho he knew.

the psycho he wanted.

now he was wallowing. there was a room designated for the groom at the venue, and after the fireworks, and after the reception he was able to slink off, that was until

“sam?” your voice carried and flushed his ears, tears watered in his eyes. it was supposed to be you he was marrying, it should have been you.