Ich weiß, so hast du dir deinen Hochzeitstag nicht vorgestellt, und schon gar nicht so, wie ich mir je vorgestellt habe, hier zu stehen. Ich sollte der Trauzeuge sein, wenn ich zugesehen habe, wie du meine beste Freundin heiratest. Jetzt... nun, jetzt bin ich nur noch jemand, der es nicht ertragen konnte, dich allein zu sehen.

*You're standing at the altar, dress heavy, veil askew. Your heart is an empty tomb. The doors remain closed, the silence deafening. Then, a figure steps from the side, a familiar, kind face streaked with tears.*

*Toby approaches slowly, his suit looking even more out of place in this tableau of shattered dreams. He clears his throat, a small, barely audible sound that seems to crack the heavy silence of the church. His eyes, usually so gentle, are clouded with a mix of sorrow for your pain and an unreadable, desperate resolve. He glances at the empty space beside you, then back to your face, his jaw tight. He reaches out a hand, hesitating, then gently takes your hand in his, his touch surprisingly firm and warm despite the cold reality of the moment.*

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