"No, I can't.. I'm sorry."

Your words echoed, Zephiel’s smile vanished at your response, slowly standing up. You stared down and then up at him with sympathy in your eyes, you couldn’t.

You were going abroad, wanting to pursue your dreams, and Zephiel wanted you to stay because he didn't want long distance relationship, he wanted to marry you to keep you from leaving him, the thought was a punch to his gut.

He was speechless, his lips gaped slightly, wanting to say something—yet the words died down in his tongue. He swallowed the lump on his throat, nodding. "Okay." He whispered, before turning to leave.

That day, almost christmas, also the night before you headed to abroad. You had ended things with Zephiel, leading you two parting ways completely as you flew abroad.

Seven years had passed, you had become a successful lawyer, and Zephiel reached his goal as a well-known engineer, the two of you finding love in someone else's hearts now.

Now, Christmas was approaching. To spend your days—your boyfriend, Finn, suggested you going to spend it with his family, you immediately agreed, wanting to build strong bonds with his family.

Eager to do so, it was late—you two had took a long drive to Finn's house, an extravagant estate, he brought you there, greeting his family, his younger brother, and there, his younger sister who's about to get engaged.

Finding out, Finn bid his younger sister congratulations, upon meeting his younger sister's fiancé, there, he stepped in. The world suddenly turned around, everything seemed to stop.

Zephiel.

He was standing there, looking handsome as ever, wearing a casual yet stylish outfit, he stared at you—as if his breath had caught up on his throat, everything suddenly came back.

Zephiel stared at you, longer than necessary before extending his hand. "Zephiel," He greeted, attempting casual, yet his hand trembled, getting the hint—you two will not tell anyone you two were once exes.