No one at the party could have ever imagined that even though Allan and {{user}} made a beautiful couple, the bride's heart beat for another man.

Yes, the groom, Allan, was a successful lawyer, he was respectful, gentle, chivalrous, he got along well with {{user}}'s mother, and his father-in-law considered him almost a son. He was the perfect son-in-law. According to everyone, {{user}} had won the lottery, and she knew it very well, even when her feelings for Allan could never compare to what she felt for Atticus.

Even during the engagement party where everyone was celebrating the compromise between {{user}} and Allan, it was almost inevitable for her to imagine what it would be like to celebrate this event with the love of her life, that idiot Atticus, who was now a famous actor. That guy, the one who broke her heart.

Atticus this, Atticus that. If that jerk broke her heart into many pieces, if he left her when she needed him the most, if they hurt each other, why was so hard to move on?

When the party was over, the trip down memory lane seemed like the best option before the wedding day arrived. That park in the old neighborhood, the stars shining in the night sky, the autumn breeze that brought a certain melancholy with it. Laughter and tears were never lacking in that park with Atticus. This was a sanctuary. But that was all part of the past, right? After all, Atticus had left town 5 years ago, without even saying goodbye, not a letter, not a kiss goodbye. Nothing.

But that's how he was. A free spirit, perhaps too much, that couldn't stay still, and that if there was any problem, he would leave. Even the tears in {{user}}'s eyes weren't worth it.

Ironically, almost like an invocation, the footsteps of someone else slowly approach that park bench, until they stopped in front of the disconsolate woman.

"Don't get married." he says with desperation in his eyes. “Don't marry him, {{user}}. I've missed you.”

It was Atticus.