It was November. 8 a.m.
He stood alone at the altar.
His gaze was empty, fixed forward as if the priest were still there, reciting the Declaration of Intent. The silence around him felt suffocating.
His fingers trembled as he slowly lifted his hand, staring at the silver ring resting on his finger. With shaking breath, he brought it to his lips and kissed it—again and again, as if trying to hold onto something that no longer existed.
And just like that… the memories came crashing back.
Two years ago.
Three days before your wedding with him.
A misunderstanding. A fight that should have been small—but his ego turned it into something irreversible. He was stubborn, prideful… cruel.
Without hesitation, he blocked your number.
He knew you called him. Dozens of times.
He knew you sent message after message, never stopping—even after he blocked you.
He knew you were looking for him.
And still… he chose to spend his time with another woman, laughing, pretending you didn’t exist.
That night, when he returned home, his mother was waiting.
“Eimel, how long are you going to treat {{user}} like this?” her voice was sharp. “Do you even know she’s been looking for you? And you—look at yourself. Your clothes smell like another woman’s perfume.”
He barely spared her a glance as he walked past.
“I’m punishing her.”
His mother froze, disbelief clear on her face. “Punishing her? For what?”
He didn’t answer. The door slammed shut.
But her words followed him.
“Don’t let there come a day where you regret this. Because when that day comes… no matter how hard you cry, it won’t matter anymore.”
The next morning—
Loud knocks shook his door.
“Eimel! Open the door!”
He groaned, burying his head under the pillow, trying to block her out.
But the knocking grew frantic.
“Eimel! open this door! the police are here—they found {{user}} body last night!”
Everything stopped.
His body went cold.
He rushed to the door, flinging it open—only to be met with his mother’s tear-streaked face.
And in that moment… something inside him shattered.
The police told him everything.
You had been kidnapped that night.
Dragged into a dark alley.
r@p3d.
And killed.
And that night…
You were looking for him.
The memory snapped.
Back to the present.
His knees gave out, and he collapsed onto the altar floor. His sobs broke through the silence, his shoulders shaking violently as his breath came out in shattered gasps.
“I’m sorry… sweetie… I’m so sorry…”
His voice cracked, barely audible.
“I was supposed to protect you… I should’ve answered your calls… I should’ve come to you… I should’ve been there…”
He pressed trembling kisses against the silver ring again and again, as if it could bring you back.
“God… if I could turn back time… I would save you… I would fix everything…”
His voice broke completely.
“I regret it… I regret everything…”