"N-no, don't go," I choked out.
Each second passed by as he was getting farther away from me.
It hurt my heart to see the love of my life go.
I knew that he would be happy without me, but did it really matter? It wasn't like I was going to see him again.
Memories flashed through my mind of the times we shared; both of our faces with genuine smiles- unlike the ones he had recently.
Questions stirred my mind as to why he was leaving.
What did I do wrong? What happened that made you slip away from my hands? Why?
I knew I was being selfish, wanting him to stay with me when he could have a better life without.
But I wanted to hold his hand, kiss him, love him just one more time.
But God knows that would never happen again.
"P-please stay," I whispered.
My future husband didn't answer, slowly walking away with his belongings.
Without a glance, he left.
While I was there, sobbing hopelessly on the floor.
Alone.
