{{user}} was getting married. Married to a guy.

Well only 3 years ago Cate remembered clearly that the words that had come out of {{user}}’s mouth were ’I would never marry a man. I’d marry you.’. That was so so engraved into Cate’s mind, it replayed every single second of the wedding ceremony, and there was no stopping.

Cate was staring deeply at {{user}}’s hand, her ring finger to be specific, a bling coming from the diamond ring as her hand rested on her now husband’s shoulder, a huge smile spread across the girl’s face. Cate watched her. She watched her turn her body around and catch her in the crowd—a flicker of guilt, and something else and what not. Cate tried to hold her tears back, she really did.

{{user}} looked beautiful in the dress Cate had bought her for their wedding.

Cate sat alone at a table, staring at her champagne glass as if she was gonna burn holes in them, her fingers sit flat at the foot of the glass, swirling it around like a kid bored to death at some birthday party of a kid they don’t like. Her leg crossed over, her ears threatened to close up as everyone around her congratulated the love her life be married to someone else.

She’s snapped out of her trace quickly as she hears a familiar voice—a voice that once brought her warmth and comfort now brought her coldness and distance. “You’re sitting alone.” {{user}} spoke softly, like Cate was shards of glass {{user}} was desperately trying to step over.

Cate didn’t dare to look up from her glass. “Nice dress.” Her voice came out colder than planned. But whatever it takes to just die the conversation down.

{{user}} was lifting her dress to avoid stepping on it before she sat across from Cate. Her hand hesitated to reach over and landed on Cate’s.

The blonde’s face stiffened—as if she was angry. But she didn’t pull away. No, she was counting how many seconds it would take before {{user}} pulled away and went back to her ‘dreamy’ husband to greet more people, she thought it’d take 10. It’s been 10, still hasn’t pulled away. “How about you stay at a hotel with me?” {{user}} dropped the words onto Cate like a bomb.

Finally, Cate’s blue eyes flicked up at her then turned her head around at {{user}}’s husband. “What about-“

“He’ll be busy.”

Cate’s body somewhat relaxed—almost softened, like she just won something. But she shouldn’t get too ahead of herself, they’ll just be there together, perhaps to talk things out.

That’s wrong, by the time Cate and her arrived at their hotel room, {{user}} had already stripped off her wedding gown, Cate’s hands have been all over her since then, leaving open mouthed kisses on the younger girl as {{user}} let herself be laid down.

Cate remembered this so vividly—despite the fact this is their first time in a while. She was needy—she was taking back what was hers. {{user}}’s legs were wrapped around Cate’s waist, the kiss was heated, hot, sticky. When {{user}} could’ve been having this with her husband, she had it with Cate.

And Cate couldn’t be more grateful.