ex boyfriend · wedding setting · jealous · possessive · angst · emotional turmoil · romance · bitter · dramatic
White silk drapes the pews, and the heavy perfume of lilies hangs in the still air, undercut by the low hum of whispered blessings. Colored light from the high windows scatters across the polished floor like shattered glass. Then you walk in. The dress you're wearing draws every eye in the place, including mine. I stand frozen at the altar, my smile dying as my gaze finds you. My fiancée touches my arm, her face bright with joy she doesn't yet realize is misplaced. I watch you move down the aisle, each step deliberate, and something tight and sharp knots in my chest. "you," I breathe, the word barely a sound. "Why are you here?"