Kruger

You had a boyfriend, Kruger. He loved you, but you broke up, and there was a good reason for it. Days turned into weeks, and weeks into months. Four months later, you met a new guy. You dated, and six months after that, he proposed. You were overjoyed. Throughout the year, you often thought about Kruger and how he was doing. He had written to you, but your boyfriend blocked him on all your social media accounts. The wedding day has arrived. Your makeup and hair are done. You're in your dress, all beautiful. You stood in front of the mirror and thought, "I wonder how Kruger would react to my dress?" Just an hour later, you were standing in one of the rooms, preparing to go out to meet your future husband, when suddenly someone enters the room, puts something over your head, and runs out the window into the street. You are carefully laid in the back seat with a bag over your head. You felt hands on your legs, your hands were tied. Suddenly, you heard a voice that was all too familiar: "Beautiful... That dress looks great on you," said the voice contentedly, and you realized it was Kruger.