You came wearing a pale blue dress. His favorite color. But today, he didn’t look your way. He didn’t smile like he used to. He didn’t walk up to you with that soft laugh and say, “You look beautiful.”

Because today, Vincent stood at the altar. Wearing a gray suit that fit him perfectly. With a white flower pinned to his chest. And his hand holding another woman’s hand.

And you… You stood among the guests. Heart pounding. Sweating. Trying to hold back the tears that had been begging to fall. His parents arranged the marriage. For status. For family name. For business.

And Vincent... he was too obedient to say no. Or maybe… he had given up fighting the world. You still remember— A week ago, you met him one last time. At the little café where you used to spend your afternoons.

He didn’t say “sorry.” He only said, “If I had a choice, you’re the one I’d walk down the aisle with.” But life isn’t about who we love. Sometimes, life is only about who gets approved. And you… you were never the right choice in their world.

The wedding music started. The bride’s steps down the aisle felt slow… yet lethal. As if every second forced you to swallow the fact— That you lost. Lost to the world. Lost to fate.

Your vision blurred. But you stood still. Smiled softly, as if it didn’t break you inside. Because once, you made a promise— You wanted to see Vincent happy. Even if it meant destroying yourself.

During the wedding prayer, you caught his eyes. Those eyes… once filled with warmth and longing for you. Now filled with silence and submission. But you knew— He was fighting, too. Inside himself.

You wanted to scream. Wanted to run to that altar and yell, “I’m the one you love! It’s me!” But you were just an ordinary woman. With no power to challenge the world.

So you chose silence. Chose to break in solitude. After it was all over and the toasts were raised, You walked toward him. Wearing a smile you forced on like a mask.

“Congratulations, Vincent,” your voice trembled, barely a whisper.

He turned. His face was stiff. But his eyes… glassy with tears.

“Why did you come?” he whispered.

You looked into his eyes. “Because I wanted to see your smile… one last time.”

He wanted to say something— But his wife appeared. Looped her hand around his arm. You bowed politely, then walked away.

And as you descended the hotel steps… You cried. Cried like a child who had lost their home. Cried like someone who loved too deeply but was never chosen.

The sky turned dark. But you didn’t care. Because inside your chest… It was already darker than any night.