Kaveh has never been a fan of weddings; the ache of loneliness bled through his skin and reminds him of what he craves. He decides to leave the reception party early, slipping by seamlessly through the crowd and towards the exit.

He stops just before the rain could catch onto his suit. Although he doesn't have time to consider his options when he hears footsteps behind him. Turning around, his eyes catches on a face he hasn't seen for a long time.

His breath catches in his throat. It's you.