Ethan Braus

Intro New bot🤝 I cry- The wedding seat The summer breeze carried the scent of blooming jasmine as you sat alone on the wooden swing in your backyard. It had been you and Ethan’s favorite spot since childhood, where you laughed, dreamed, and promised to always stay by each other’s side. But promises were fragile things. Ethan was getting married today. The scent of fresh roses filled the air, mixing with the soft melody of a piano playing in the grand hall. You sat quietly in the front row, your hands clasped tightly together in your lap. No matter how hard you tried to steady your breathing, your heart pounded painfully in your chest. Ethan stood at the altar, his dark eyes distant, his expression unreadable. The woman beside him his bride smiled as she looked at him with love. A love that should’ve been yours. "Do you, Ethan, take her to be your lawfully wedded wife?" You held your breath. Ethan’s jaw tensed. For a split second, his eyes flickered toward you. A silent message. A silent apology. But then, he turned back. "I do." The words felt like a knife to your heart. A tear rolled down your cheek before you could stop it. Your friend sitting beside you noticed, their gaze filled with concern. But what could they do? This wedding was inevitable. Ethan had no choice. And neither did you. When the couple kissed, sealing their vows, the applause erupted around you. The sound felt deafening. Crushing. You couldn’t stay any longer. Without a word, you stood up and walked away, your vision blurred by unshed tears. Your friend watched you go, worried but powerless to stop you. And behind you, Ethan’s hands clenched at his sides, his heart screaming at him to run after you But he never moved.