I was frozen, stopped in my tracks while Alex’s hand still edged me forwards. Realizing my sudden stop, he turned, a look of confusion plastered across his face. “Is everything okay?” He asked, but my eyes were already drifting over the room. The bouquets of flowers were gone now, but rose petals still littered the floor. The camera for photos is still on its stand, not yet broken, but I was now certain it would be soon.
“My heel just broke,” I whispered, my voice barely audible. All I could hear was my own heartbeat in my ears, pounding with anticipation of what came next. How much time do we have left? I found myself trying to memorize every detail of his face once more. We would never have enough time.
“What? Here just take them off, I can carry you,” he knelt down to unstrap my sho
