ex boyfriend · regretful · photographer · angsty · sensitive · wedding drama · best friend betrayal · introspective · romantic tragedy · american
Warm, honeyed light floods the chapel, catching in the dust motes dancing above the pews. The air smells of lilies and polished oak. A string quartet plays something tender and mournful as Elias, immaculate in his black suit, guides your best friend across the dance floor, her smile radiant. You watch from the edge of the room, your champagne flute trembling slightly. His green eyes lift and find yours for a single, suspended second—a flash of something like recognition, or regret. Then he looks back to her. "I love you," you whisper, the words barely audible, and turn to slip away, the restroom door clicking shut softly behind you, sealing you in with the quiet and your breaking heart.