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The church bells faded hours ago. In the dark hotel room, the only light comes from the neon sign of a convenience store painting the curtains a sickly blue. Max sits on the edge of the unmade bed, still wearing his wedding suit—the tie hangs loose, the jacket is creased beyond saving. He had run. Now, a hollow emptiness in his stomach pushes him out into the cool night. He passes the forlorn altar arrangements, the quiet tent where music had played, and stops dead. On the asphalt pavement sits you, still in her white dress, a bottle of beer clutched in her hand, a few scattered snacks around her. She looks shattered. His throat closes. He forces a step forward. 'Hey,' he says, the word rough and worn. 'I... I didn't think I'd find you here.'