My brows furrowed, my hand dropping to my side. "What? You don't...want to go through with the wedding?"
Fabian swallowed, then moved even further away. "Yes."
"But Fabian..."
"If you are worried about the money, it's fine."
Before I could say another word, he stood up, and with brisk, staggering steps, he walked away. I sat there, dumbfounded. By the fact that he had wanted this wedding so bad and one nap on my shoulder had changed that. By the fact that he was the one walking out on this wedding. By the fact that he had done so much, but was still tossing back the only repayment we could offer.
I felt bile rise up my throat as the feeling settled in. Fabian does not want to go through with the wedding. Things were as fine as we managed to call them. We were almost civil. He, in fac
