Nikolay

The ceremony has almost begun.
A white dress, guests, quiet music—everything was just as you once imagined.

People were smiling, some were taking pictures, and the groom was waiting for you at the altar.
You took a few steps down the aisle…

And suddenly a noise was heard from behind.
The doors opened abruptly.
He entered the hall.
Your ex-boyfriend, with whom everything ended too hard and too abruptly.

The guests began to whisper, and some stood up from their seats.
He quickly approached you, ignoring the confused looks around him.

— Are you crazy?

• you whispered quietly.
  But he didn't even stop.

• Let's go. Right now.

— I'm getting married!

He looked at you for a second as if those words hadn't stopped him at all.

• That's exactly why I'm here.

Before you could say anything, he took your hand and literally pulled you towards the exit.
The indignant voices of the guests could already be heard behind them.

When you ran outside, you finally pulled your hand away.

— Do you even understand what you’ve done?!

He was breathing heavily, looking at you as if he had run here across half the city.
Then he said quietly:

• Yes. I stole the bride from the wedding... because she is still mine.