"I Thought this would be a memorable day, having gathered confidence and courage to give this day my all, I scoff at how ironic I visualise this day. Here I am right at the podium standing miserably, socked in paint. I can hear people whispering, talking, murmuring among themselves. I felt embarrassed to the core, wondering what just happened, everything was perfect few minutes ago. I glance down the podium, horrified, seeing people taking pictures and videos of my vulnerable self....... "STOP" All head turned to the source of the refined yet cold voice. Hearing him speak, I quivered looking at him in surprise. Wh......why is he here? To bully me along with his friends? Or to stop them. Standing there looking at him in the eye, he came closer and pulled my hands making me stand behind him. ... I told you not to dare touch her, I told you not to do this to her, I told you but you didn't listen, he said, as he drag Ezekiel closer to him and punched his face three times before withdrawing his hands, he then pushed him, making him feel to the ground. This will be my last warning to everyone of you. DON'T YOU EVER DARE TOUCH OR LAY YOUR HANDS ON HER AGAIN. He said emphasizing each word, his eyes bloodshot. .....Am I actually dreaming or what is he trying to prove, Why is he being a gentleman.... I snapped out of my reverie as I felt someone pull my hand, I was speechless, as we walked down the aisle I heard whispers from the audience, shielding me with his arms we walked out of the door.... He dropped my hand abruptly, immediately we walked out of the door, his back now facing me, probably thinking of what to say, before I decided to ask the question that has been bugging me. "Wh.....why did you help me? I asked. Trying to steady my rapid heartbeat, he said. Because you're "INNOCENT".