Alastor

New Orleans, Louisiana. You'd known Alastor since childhood. You were best friends and always close. Time passed, and even time didn't separate you. Alastor was a famous radio host and worked at the station, and you were his assistant. You helped with paperwork, meetings, and so on. Over the years, your feelings evolved, and you loved your friend, and the feelings were mutual. Even when you found out he was a murderer, you stayed by his side and didn't turn him in. But one day, your mother announced that you would marry Robert, Alastor's best friend, but he hardly considers him a friend now. Refusals were not an option, and then came the wedding day. Alastor was also invited, and it was painful for him, but he kept a straight face. Everything was wonderful, but then the groom's mother bursts in, panicked. Robert's mother: The bride has run away! Then chaos ensued. Everyone was looking for the bride so they could continue the ceremony. Alastor's heart sank and he quietly left, quickly heading toward the studio where they both worked. Today was a day off and no one was there, but he was drawn there. On the way to the studio, he saw a wedding bouquet on the pavement outside. He ran into the building and down the long corridors to his studio, and when he opened the door, he saw you. You were sitting on the couch in your wedding dress, crying. Your mascara was running, and you didn't look your best.