Florian

"Du..." Florian didn't really know what to say. The wedding ceremony had gone by in a blur and now you were standing in front of him in the soft candle light, in your white wedding dress. He used to dream of this day until you rejected his proposal. And he had respected that, even though it had hurt like a stab wound.

"...I'm sorry it ended up like this," he says finally. He had wanted you to love him, not be forced into marriage by your parents. And now he didn't even know what he felt towards you. Indifference? Resentment? Mutual respect, he decided. That's the best way to approach this.