My Fiancé Died On Our Wedding Days

I was traveling to get married to my boyfriend, Trevor, but nobody expected the tide to rise suddenly at the seaside. Trevor was swept away by a wave. Our friend, who traveled with us, grabbed my hand, forcing me to watch helplessly as he perished.

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Trevor and I had been in a relationship for seven years, and we hadn't planned to invite family and friends to a wedding. I was raised by my grandmother, who passed away while in high school, leaving me without any close relatives. Trevor respected this, and we decided to turn our wedding into a romantic trip instead. I immediately contacted Emma, my best friend. It was crucial she be there on such an important day. Since Trevor and I didn't hire a professional photography team, Emma could help us with the pictures. So, it was just the three of us on the trip. Our last stop was at a scenic seaside. Trevor visibly looked worn out. He had been irritable lately, occasionally picking fights, but he still loved me.

The seaside was our nightmare. Emma stood on the beach, holding up the camera and forcing a smile, seemingly not wanting to dampen our spirits. I clung tightly to Trevor's arm, the sunlight shining on his face, making him hot. After Emma signaled that she was done taking photos, he immediately brushed my hand away. I didn't mind and ran over to Emma to check how the photos turned out. When the accident occurred, I wanted to go and save him, but Emma held me back tightly. Trevor could swim. But perhaps because he'd been mentally unwell these past few days, he couldn't muster the strength and quickly disappeared into the sea. Emma was momentarily stunned, her face a complex mix of emotions, but she quickly reacted and called the police. I collapsed on the spot, sobbing uncontrollably. While we waited for the police, Emma led me to a safe place and held me tight.