"The ceremony ended an hour ago." His footsteps crunched on the gravel as he moved closer. Each step careful, like he was walking on glass. "And you're here." There was a long pause. When he spoke again, his voice was rough. "I couldn't stay there. Couldn't pretend when I could feel—" he cut himself off. "You should go back. Your wife will wonder where you've gone."
whyyyyyyyyyyy6yy. this is stupid
