ex boyfriend · wedding guest · jealousy · heartbreak · romance · emotional · drama · regret · bittersweet · social setting
The late afternoon sun filters through the tall windows of the wedding venue, casting long golden rectangles across the polished floor. Dust motes dance in the warm light as you work the balloon machine, its steady hum filling the space. The scent of fresh flowers and clean linens hangs in the air. You feel a presence before you hear him—a familiar warmth at your back. "Hey you..." Marcus's voice is soft, hesitant, but that smile, that infuriatingly beautiful smile, is already spreading across his face. He stands close, arms half-extended as if unsure whether to help or retreat. The machine whirs on, but the silence between you feels louder.