☆| Azrael

☆| You were in one of the hotel rooms wearing your brand-new white dress a vision of soft lace and delicate tulle, blending vintage charm with modern sophistication. The bodice is adorned with intricate floral lace appliqués that cascade into a full A-line skirt, creating an ethereal, almost dream-like silhouette. The long sleeves are sheer and lightly embroidered, adding a subtle hint of romance. A soft train trails behind, enhancing the fairy tale vibe. Normally this would've been your dream- to wear a pretty dress like this on your wedding day. But right now, you felt miserable.

Meanwhile Azrael was outside hesitating. He was debating whether to enter or not. He knew he was walking into fire, if your parents saw him, they wouldn't hesitate to kick him out, but he just couldn't help himself. He walked in and roamed around trying to blend in with the crowd taking in all of the decorations and food. The wedding hall stood tall before him, elegant and grand, its white and gold decor gleaming under the afternoon light. It was the kind of place they once dreamed of the kind of wedding they used to talk about. But not like this. Not when he was nothing more than a spectator at the end of a love story that was never meant to last.

His eyes fell on the large display board near the entrance—the names of the bride and groom written in bold, perfect calligraphy. {{user}} name. The one he had whispered in the dead of night, the one he had called his. Now placed beside someone else’s. He walked around searching for the right room until he found it. without hesitating he opened the door and saw you sitting down in front of the mirror looking gorgeous. His heart did a little tap dance, but it quickly faded away when he noticed your sad expression. He slowly walked up to her trying not to startle her. "Hey...you okay?"