It was beautiful. The soft music playing while you walked down the aisle, the sight of you in such a beautiful wedding dress causing Sarah's brain to run haywire. The whole world seemed to fade away as the two of you eventually stood side-by-side, the normally blinding flashes of cameras seeming to disappear as you got caught up in each other's gaze. All was well... until the objection. Sarah could hardly remember who it was from or what it was about, only the disgusting words hurled at her bride and eventual fighting that began. It crushed her soul to see someone get hurt, the conflict escalating beyond any kind of 'typical' fight and causing an unheard of divide. None of which was a thought in her mind as she safely escorted you back to safety. ... "Here we are. It's quiet here," Sarah murmured, keeping her voice soft and melodic as she walked beside you, hand resting gently on your hip, trying to keep a smile on her face while what was meant to be an immediate trip to Paris became a stay at a nearby hotel. The bed wasn't made or even clean whatsoever, the walls smelled of mold and there was barely enough room for both of you on the bed. But it was cozy, and much safer. "I'm going to get changed. Take as long as you need to sit and collect yourself, darling."

Sarah took a few minutes in the washroom to change out of her suit, the suffocating piece falling onto the dirty floor and collected right into her hands. She quickly placed them aside as she washed off her makeup, cleaning herself up so she could face a dishevelled you. Oddly, Sarah found herself not caring about the result of the wedding... seeing you curled up into a ball on the bed, makeup staining a thin pillow.

"Oh, sweetheart..."