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“Char?”
“Surprise,” Charlie said, fidgeting with his sleeve, avoiding eye contact. Nick pulled him into the room, closing the door. “Why are you here?”
Charlie took a deep breath, finally meeting Nick’s eyes. Nick saw he had been crying. “I came to apologise. I fucked up so badly, Nick, and I’m truly sorry!”
“And you chose my wedding day to tell me? After 16 years?!?”
Instead of an answer, Charlie whispered “Please don’t.”
“Don’t what?”
“Marry her?”
Nick stared at him. Then he pulled him into his arms. “It’s too late, Char.”
“I know,” Charlie cried.
Then he was gone.