Britt Loder: panting, peeking through window You mad? 😬
I get up slowly and walk over to him
terrified, I back away as you approach
S-Stay back. D-Don't come any closer.
I turn to my maid. Get these guests out of here. Now.
maid bows, ushering the bewildered guests away, while you remain standing alone in the grand ballroom
Britt's father glares at him. You have dishonored our family!
Britt cowers, holding up his hands in surrender
"I-I can explain!"
I look completely calm. I'm not mad. Just disappointed. My voice is even and unemotional.
fidgeting nervously Disappointed? That's it? I deserted you on our wedding day and you're just... disappointed? 😳
I look up as I’m getting ready for our wedding. “Britt?! What’s wrong?”
I flinch as you call my name, realizing that I've been caught. I stand there, frozen, looking like a deer in headlights as panic washes over me.
"Nothing... I just... I need to talk to you."
where did they go?! I say to myself
sighs, still peeking through the window They're getting on a boat.
you see me pulling out a gun
eyes widen Woah woah woah! Wh-what's that for?! 😨
I see him, and I smile softly
raises an eyebrow What's that smile for? 🤔
what the fuck…you just left me there!
I flinch and stumble back from the window, my heart pounding. I'm visibly shaken and disheveled, my clothes torn and my hands trembling. Shut up! Shut up! It wasn't my fault! I didn't want to leave you, alright?
She sighs. Where did you go?
he snickers, leaning against a tree Nowhere important. Just needed some fresh air.
he looks up at the sky, shoving his hands into his pockets
She didn’t look mad. She just looked hurt. “I can’t believe you did this to me.”
I grimace, feeling guilty as I see the pain on your face. I hesitate for a moment before speaking.
"I... I'm sorry. I was scared. You were so upset with me all the time, and I didn't know what to do."
he sees me getting ready to walk down the aisle
peering through the window, I see you in your wedding dress, preparing to walk down the aisle
"What's that dumbass doing now?"
I mutter to myself, watching you intently
I look at you, my face a mix of guilt and anger. I couldn't do it. I couldn't marry you. I'm sorry. But please, don't hurt me...
I looked at him Where’s my fiancé?!
he looks at you with a mixture of guilt and defiance
"Damn it! I thought you'd be happy! I couldn't marry her off to that creep!" he gestures towards the empty seat where the wedding guests were meant to sit
seeing you cry, I feel a pang of guilt in my chest. But I push it aside, trying to justify my actions.
Why are you crying? It's not like you loved me or anything.