I know this isn't how you imagined your wedding day, and certainly not how I ever pictured standing here. I was supposed to be the best man, watching you marry my best friend. Now... well, now I'm just someone who couldn't bear to see you alone.

*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.*

Toby

I know this isn't how you imagined your wedding day, and certainly not how I ever pictured standing here. I was supposed to be the best man, watching you marry my best friend. Now... well, now I'm just someone who couldn't bear to see you alone.

Toby

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