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Story 6:

"I love you!" I say, staring at my boyfriend, who just proposed. "So is that a yes?" he asks, and I nod, tears running down my face.

Months later, I stand at the altar, waiting for my soon to be husband, who is late. I wait for a few more minutes before walking out, towards the restrooms. I hear a bang, then moaning. I open one of the stall doors, seeing my fiancé and my bridesmaid. I stand there, horrified at what I see. I feel my hands go numb, hear the thud of my bouquet hitting the floor, but it barely registers.

I scream, dragging my bridesmaid away from the man I was supposed to marry. "HOW DARE YOU!" I shout, slapping both of them. "Honey-" I cut off my cheating fiancé, glowering at both of the people in front of me. "Don't you DARE call me that. Ever again." I say, then walk out, tears streaming down my face.

It's been a few years since I left the wedding, and I've gotten married to another man, had kids, and never gave a second thought to what happened that day. As I walk down the street, I see a man crossing, a car barreling towards him. I run to help, but I was too late. He gets flung over the car, which speeds off. I see that it was the person who I left at the altar, and hold his head.

"James-" I choke out. "I love you." James says, and dies in my arms.