Y/N POV :

I stood in front of a large mirror in my long flowing white dress and a small amount of flowers in my hands tonight was it, the night before my wedding , but I didn’t want to get married I wasn’t truly in love with the man I was to marry , the man I love is long gone , he ran off I still don’t know why I just woke up one morning and he was gone , and he never came back , I still love him and I still worry about him everyday, I have no clue what happened to him, my mother then interrupts my thoughts “ here darling , a new dress, blue hair, a necklace borrowed from your friends, and I have your little box of old memories"she says cheerfully till she sees my eyes full of tears she leaves my box on my dresser and leaves me alone I sit on my bed and get my box, full of photos and little things I remember till one just makes me happy a picture of me and the one that walked away we looked so happy, why?why?why? Why did you go? Why did you leave me ? I still don’t understand, I guess this counts and something old so I put it in a little pocket on the inside of my dress, I laid back in my bed crying, I don’t want to marry Anyone that’s not him, I keep hearing noises downstairs but I don’t move or do anything till I hear someone coming up the stairs “y/n…there’s someone here to see you” my mum says

“ if it’s dad I don’t wanna see him” I say still teary

“ no it’s not” she says

“ fine” I sigh

I then hear her going down the stairs and some one else coming up I then go to the mirror again looking at my dress and how sad it makes me till I see behind me the door open and my eyes met a sight I didn’t think i would ever see again a tall, thin guy with fluffy blonde hair and eyes all red and puffy from crying he looks so sad “ oh god no..please don’t tell me this is real …you can’t be?” He Cry’s

“ what the hell are you doing here?” I ask

“ I came back, I came back for you…I ..I dont understand… What’s going on?” He asks

“My dad’s making me get married in the morning” I say slightly crying

“ do you love him?” He asks and I shake my head “why not?” He asks

“ as much as it kills me, my love is something you took with you when you left” I reply

“ then I’m not to late?” He asks

“ to late for what?” I ask

“ not to late to stop you” he says “ please y/n don’t do this, We can go anywhere you want just don’t go to that church tomorrow ” he says

“Anywhere?” I ask

“ anywhere, we can go anywhere you want, do anything you want , so long as it with me” he begs

…….

We sat in his car driving far away from this place my wedding dress now torn and dirty but I didn’t care, my belonging in the back of the car as we drive off somewhere , I don’t care where so long as it’s me and him.