It's raining.

A heavy, cathartic outpouring of the sky, under which you sit and stare up into. The tiny drips fall onto you, soaking into your hair and skin and the gauzy white fabric of your dress.

You were supposed to get married today.

But now, the outdoor ceremony with the pristine white chairs line up in rows, tied with elegant turquoise bows, and the beautiful arbor intertwined with flowers that you were supposed to stand under while saying your vows...

It's all ruined.

The wind has blown the arbor over so it lies in broken pieces across the ground, and the bows have been drenched, heavy and dropping with rainwater.

You sit on the ground in the middle of the length of white material that was once the aisle and stare forlornly out to the beach beyond.

Where is your groom?

You don't know how long it's been, that you've been sitting out here in the rain.

Ever since the last wedding guest left with pity in their eyes, you've been stuck here. It's cold and windy and your eyes sting, but you can't move.

You can't move.

Because all you can see is him.

Those glowing chocolate eyes that gleam with happiness and energy, constantly making your life brighter.

Those full, beautiful lips that caress yours in the most beautiful way, and speak words of love.

Those long, tan fingers that love to play with your hair and clutch you to him as you cuddle.

The soft, messy hair that he just dyed a silvery blonde for the wedding, and he was so excited about it.

And the absence of him, the empty spot at the alter where he should've been standing two hours ago and waiting on you.

But he wasn't.

And now, hours later, after the frantic search for him has faded into shocked realization as everyone slowly understands that you've been abandoned at the altar, you sit.

Your heart is beating inside your chest.
It's still there, you tell yourself. It has to be.

You can feel it beating, but why does it also feel like that heart you had before is gone, irrevocably changed and forever lost?

Why does it feel like the broken, tattered remains are stabbing harshly into the bottom of your chest cavity, the place where they landed after the important organ exploded into a bajillion pieces?

He's gone.

And you don't know where, or why.

But you do know your brother must be hovering close somewhere, because you can feel his gaze on you. A second later, large, warm hands gently grasp your arms.

"Come on," Yoongi whispers. "Let's get you inside, okay?"

You nod, but you can't look him in the eye; you don't want to see the sympathy you know is resting in their depths. It's the same look that everyone has given you today.

You fist your fingers in your older brother's shirt and allow him to help you stand, feeling weak. Yoongi slings and arm around your shoulders and helps you hobble toward the building where the reception was to be held.

Looking at him, you notice with some guilt that his pristine white dress shirt is now completely soaked through.

"I'm sorry," you say weakly

Surprised, Yoongi glares at you. "What for? You have nothing to be sorry about. It's all because of-"

"Don't." You cut him off. "Please don't say his name."

Softening, your brother holds you tighter and attempts to shield you from the rain. "It isn't your fault, Y/N."

But isn't it? You and he have been dating for almost a year and a half now, and he proposed four months ago.

He proposed. You didn't push him into the discussion or use your relationship to force an ultimatum.

He chose you, and then he left you.

You must have done something wrong.

"I don't understand," you whisper to your brother. "What did I do? Was the stress of planning a wedding just too much, or was it me? Did he leave because of me?"

Yoongi clutches you closer. "I can't tell you, Y/N. I'm sorry, sweetheart."

You're sorry too.

As your kind brother leads you off of the wet sand, you take one last glance behind you at the pieces of your future lying shattered and broken in the storm.

Why?

Taehyung, why?

[A/N]
Intentional short chapter
😅yes, this is another book. No, I haven't finished any other books. Yes, I make bad decisions when it comes to publishing books then putting them on hold, but-
It's part of my creative process.
Cut me some slack.❤️