A chilly wind from the north must’ve come suddenly, because the man by the altar felt cold. Very, very cold. Not necessarily feeling cold in his body, more inside – in his heart. The entire building was left in silence; so silent that if you dropped a needle, you’d hear it. The sun outside didn’t bring the man any warmth at all. He almost felt mocked by it. It laughed at him, at his misery and it shone so bright now that he would’ve wanted nothing else but sour rain! Thunder! A hurricane! Anything that could wake him up from this nightmare, this drama that should’ve had a happy ending. Everyone had left him, he was alone. His hand was still clutching the ring tightly, making his knuckles whiten. The angered tears welled down his cheek, reddened his eyes and left salt on his skin that would end up in wrinkles. How he wished that this day could have been different, from the start. He wished those tears he shed were out of happiness, he wished the rays of light would warm his face and make his teeth shine just as bright as his smile. But he knew wishing wouldn’t help him. He knew she wouldn’t come back. The love of his life had left him, only a few hours before the kiss that would declare them husband and wife. Lee Donghae... sat alone by the altar.