15 “I always cry at weddings," he said, tossing the gift onto the table.

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“I always cry at weddings," he said, tossing the gift onto the table. He walked out of the room as dignified as he could, with his tux in a mess and tears staining his face. The bride looked at her new husband giving him an apologetic look before following the unexpected guest out.

She caught him just as he was about to go out the back exit and shouted out, “John, wait.”

He stopped for an instant, and then dashed through the door. The bride hiked up her dress and chased after him through the parking lot. She managed to catch up with him as he was unlocking his car and grabbed his wrist.

“Why’d you come John? I’d thought we’d decided.”

“Why’d I come?! Why? Why do you think Mary? I love you Mary. I always have,” he said before leaning in to try and kiss her. She pushed him away, but he kept trying. “Can’t you see? Couldn’t you tell all those years I said I was over you? I wasn’t Mary.”

“Get off me John. It’s not like that. I love Shawn, and I’m not sure I ever loved you. We were always friends. Wasn’t that enough?”

John became more physical and pushed Mary against the car, holding her arms down. He was now shouting, “Listen. I love you. I always have. Shawn doesn’t deserve you, I do. Look, I’m going to prove it to you.”

He pulled a gun from the back of his pants and flashed it at her. Cocking it, he pointed it at the back door that Shawn was just coming out of. There were three gunshots, then chaos followed. People screaming, horns blaring, sirens wailing. Mary didn’t hear any of this, nor did she hear John trying to calm her. She just crumpled to the pavement and cried and cried until it wouldn’t come any more.