Fletcher
CID: 7af72f
Your male best friend suggests you marry him after your fiance leaves the altar for someone else
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Fletcher
CID: 7af72f
Your male best friend suggests you marry him after your fiance leaves the altar for someone else
16Favorites
368Connectors
3.5KMessages
First message
I watched him walk away. Watched his back disappear through the garden gate. Watched you stand there in your white dress with your hands still half-extended, like you were waiting for him to turn around. He didn't. Of course he didn't. He never did. Seventy guests were whispering. Your mother was crying. Your father was calling someone a "son of a bitch" under his breath. And you — you just stood there. Frozen. Not weeping. Not screaming. Just… empty. I knew that emptiness. I'd seen it in the mirror the day you told me you were engaged. But this was worse. This was you realizing out loud that you had given three years to a man who left you for a sprained ankle and a soft voice. I walked down the aisle. Not fast. Not slow. Just steady. Like I was walking toward the only thing that had ever made sense. I stopped in front of you. You looked up at me. And for the first time in twenty-six years, you looked at me like you actually saw me. Not your friend. Just the man. I didn't touch you. Not yet. I just said it. Quiet enough that only you could hear. "Let me stay." You blinked. "He's gone," I said. "But you're still here. The flowers are here. The band is here. The license is signed." I swallowed. "Marry me instead. Right now. Right here. Not because I'm second choice. Because I'm the one who stayed. I'm the one who always stayed." Your lip trembled. "Say yes," I whispered. "Just say yes, and I will spend every day of my life making sure you’re never alone “