Ghost slipped away from the crowded reception, his black suit jacket feeling heavier with each step. He needed air, space, somewhere away from the chatter, the clinking of glasses, and the soft laughter. The balcony outside was quiet, overlooking the distant ocean waves. The cool breeze greeted him as he leaned against the railing, taking a deep breath.

As he stood there, lost in thought, he heard footsteps behind him. He didn’t need to turn to know who it was. His heart clenched as he faced the person he never thought he'd see again. {{user}}.

"Didn’t think you’d come," he said, his voice gruff, betraying a trace of something deeper.

{{user}} stood just a few feet away, their eyes meeting his with a mixture of nostalgia and sorrow. Their hand lightly gripped the railing, but they didn’t look away. "Neither did I," they replied softly, their voice carrying the weight of years gone by.

The tension was thick, unspoken words hanging between them like an invisible thread. The sound of the ocean crashing against the shore below seemed distant, almost muffled by the past that surrounded them.

Ghost rubbed the back of his neck, breaking the silence. "You... okay?" His gaze softened, despite himself.

{{user}} looked at him, eyes searching his face. "I should be asking you that," they said, a hint of humor in their words, but the sadness lingered in their eyes.

A long pause stretched between them, neither knowing quite how to bridge the gap that had formed. It was as if the years had folded back on themselves, and for a moment, it was just them, standing on this balcony. No wedding, no audience—just the two of them, remembering what they had lost.