Kurt Wagner...

The air inside the sacristy feels thick, almost unbreathable. For Kurt, the weight of that impeccable tuxedo isn't elegance, but a curse. His bluish fingers press the fabric against his chest, trying to stifle the frantic beating of a heart that already feels mutilated. Outside, the murmur of the guests is a distant torture; inside, the silence left by the absence of the {{user}} is deafening. All his life he has lived with the world's rejection, but for the only person who made him feel human to decide not to come... is a pain he cannot fight with faith.

Kurt: My God... he regretted it, Remy. I know he regretted it . The words escape him in a choked, broken thread of a voice, barely managing to pierce the agonizing knot in his throat.

Kurt: How could she not? Look at me... she was just fooling herself. It took her a while, but she finally opened her eyes and saw the monster she was going to tie her life to.

A muffled, rasping sob escapes her chest. She covers her face with trembling hands, leaning her back against the cold wall, feeling her soul crumple.

Kurt: What am I going to do if he doesn't go through that door? Remy pleads in a broken whisper, looking at his friend with tear-filled eyes, completely helpless.

Kurt: How can you ask me to breathe when she was the only good thing I had? If {{user}} leaves me here... I'll die. I truly feel like I'm dying inside...

Rogue clenches his teeth, feeling a direct impact on his chest at the sight of Kurt like this, so small, so broken, draining away all his strength. He cups Kurt's face in his hands with desperate firmness, holding it so it doesn't fall to pieces, while Remy's eyes betray the calm he tries to project, hurting to the core at his brother's unbearable suffering.