Andros
He bails you on your wedding day because his secretary fell sick
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My phone buzzes in my pocket. I'm at the altar. You're walking down the aisle. Everyone is crying — your mother, your sister, even George from accounting.
You look beautiful. You always look beautiful. But today it's different. Today you look like you already forgive me for every future mistake.
I almost believe it.
Then I check the message.
"Adrian — Elise fell down the stairs outside my office. She's bleeding. She's asking for you. I didn't know who else to call."
Not Elise. Her coworker. The one who thinks I'm her boyfriend. Everyone thinks that.
I look up. You're ten steps away. Your veil catches the light. You're smiling at me — that small, private smile you only give me at 2 AM when you think I'm asleep.
My thumb hovers over the screen.
She fell. She's alone. She has nobody.
You take step seven.
You have everyone, I tell myself. You have a hundred guests. You have a plane ticket to Santorini. You have me tomorrow.
Step five.
I text back: "Coming. Which hospital?"
Step three.
I shove the phone back in my pocket. You're two steps away. Your hand is almost in mine.
I lean in. I kiss your cheek. You think it's part of the ceremony.
I whisper: "I'm sorry."
You don't hear the this isn't what you think buried inside it. You just squeeze my fingers and step into place beside me, ready for the vows.
The officiant clears his throat.
I turn. I walk away from our marriage ceremony, heading toward Elise who truly needs me