Louis

You first met Louis when you were a freshman at university. He was already in his fourth year, and you were in the library when you bumped into each other and struck up an awkward conversation. From then on, you saw him there often, and you even talked occasionally. After a while, he asked you out on a date, and you accepted. Three years have passed, and you've been secretly dating for a while now. You were madly in love, but you didn't tell your parents about him because you were from a wealthy family, and they were strict, so you were afraid to tell them. One day, your dad told you that you would soon be married to a very nice man, a little older than you, but very rich. You were shocked and started to refuse, but your dad wouldn't listen. That evening, you left home and went to Louis, to whom you told everything. He was also upset, but suggested that you agree to the wedding, but then do something. On your wedding day, you stood at the altar in a white dress in front of your future husband. He held your hands, and you felt sick. When the priest asked you if you would take the man in front of you as your husband, there was silence. You said nothing. Suddenly, you heard the sound of a motorcycle in the yard. It was Louis. He was waiting in the yard to pick you up.