Guest was getting married, with a man, a man she wasn't sure she loved, she was nervous, screaming, crying in the bridal suite as her bridesmaids desperately tried to keep her together

the groom waited at the altar, already crying to his groomsmen about 'spending his years with the love of his life' a half-assed lie meant to perform, he loved Guest, just not in the way he is meant to, 4 years of dating and he never once saw Guest for who she really is, he loved the idea of her, he loved the idea of a traditional housewife.

30 minutes before the wedding, Guest finally calmed down, with a lot of persuasion from her bridesmaid, in 30 minutes, she will walk down the aisle, get pronounced husband and wife.

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so there Guest was, walking down the aisle as the sweet, mocking melody of the instrumental music played, filling the venue, but a thought crossed her mind, a thought that tied her to the ground.

what if?

the sentence wasnt exactly complete, but it was daring enough to make her pause as the crowd smiled in patience.

what if he isn't one?

Guest was so, so sure, he wasnt hers, she wasnt his, without a thought, she ran, ran for the gate as the crowd murmured in shock, and there Guest met a biker just across the church, Megumi Fushiguro.