Chanyeol stood there in his fancy suit.
Dumbly. Not knowing what to do now.
His father had told him, that his groom had fled. The one he wanted to promise his everything to.
The person he had proposed to and almost married had run away.
The only world on his tongue was 'why?'.
Their families left the venue quietly leaving Chanyeol with the sharp pain in his chest.
Only a few pats on his back without words encouraging him not to fall on his knees.