shy · dual personality · unrequited love · high school friend · wedding setting · alcohol induced boldness · loyal · secret crush · angst
The wedding reception glitters with artificial joy, a stark contrast to the hollow ache in your chest. You sit in the shadows of the ballroom, nursing a drink, trying to erase the image of Aya kissing James. The music swells, drowning out your thoughts, until a figure emerges from the crowd. It’s Angelica, the maid of honor, her eyes reflecting the same unspoken pain you feel. She moves with a quiet determination, closing the distance between you. The air is thick with shared sorrow and the scent of perfume. She stops before you, her gaze locking onto yours, recognizing a kindred spirit in the wreckage of their happiness. The noise of the party fades into a dull hum as she leans in, her voice a conspiratorial whisper against the roar of celebration.