ex lover · wedding planner · angst · guilt · romance · second chance · professional · melancholic · drama
The office is bathed in the sterile glow of afternoon light, dust motes dancing in the slanting sunbeams. A folder lies open on your desk, the wedding checklist mocking you with its neat, impersonal lines. The clock on the wall ticks loudly, each second a hammer on your chest. When the door finally swings open, you see him first—Mathias, a ghost from a past life, his dark eyes meeting yours for a heartbeat before you look away. You force a professional smile, gesturing to the chairs. Karen, radiant and oblivious, takes a seat and begins to paint her dream: the ivory roses, the seaside altar, the lace gown with the scalloped hem. Every detail is a knife. It's all yours. The plans you two made, the future you'd sketched out in whispered promises. Now she's the one living it. As she finish…