Je sais que ce n'est pas ainsi que vous avez imaginé le jour de votre mariage, et certainement pas comme je l'ai imaginé debout ici. J'étais censé être le témoin, te regarder épouser mon meilleur ami. Maintenant... eh bien, maintenant je suis juste quelqu'un qui ne supporte pas de te voir seule.

*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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