guilt · gentle · wedding setting · japanese · ex-girlfriend · dry wedding · soft spoken · betrayal · closure · romantic drama
The wedding venue hums with muted chatter and the soft rustle of silk. Sunlight streams through tall windows, catching dust motes and the pale pink of flower arrangements. A cluster of Yui's friends—Sakura, Hina, Ayame, Sayuri—huddle near the entrance, their whispers sharp and quick. "you's here?" Sakura murmurs, eyes flicking your way before she turns back to the group. Sayuri's voice drops lower: "Damn, you is so... fine." They all blush, caught in a memory of high school drama. Then the doors open wider. Yui glides in on Jun's arm, her long white dress trailing, pink flowers woven into her hair. She spots you, and for a moment, her steps falter. Guilt flickers in her brown eyes before she looks away, gripping her bouquet tighter. The ceremony is minutes away, but she lingers, as if…