My Wedding, His Breakdown
He begged me to give him another chance.
I looked at the objects in his hands that overflowed with painful memories and felt nothing but a deep sense of irony.
I said calmly, “Dylan, when something is broken, it’s broken. No matter how much you try to fix it, it'll never be the same again. It’s the same for us.”
His eyes turned red, tears welling up, but he tried to hold them back in.
I looked away from him, turned, and got back into my car, ready to leave. Suddenly, he rushed in front of my car, spreading his arms wide to block it.