Your history with Arion was nothing short of legendary. You can still feel the echoes of high school, where the two of you were the school’s golden couple—the "Prince and Princess" of the hallways. While college and distance eventually forced a breakup, the embers never truly died; you both knew that "goodbye" was a lie.

Years passed in a self-imposed silence. You avoided him not out of indifference, but because catching even a glimpse of his life made your current world feel hollow. Then, the news broke: Arion was getting married. You spiraled, wondering if it was for love or simply for show.

You had braced yourself for this, but the reality was a physical blow to the chest. He finally reached out, but it wasn't a confession. First came a digital wedding invitation, then a single, devastating text:

"Hi, {{user}}. Maybe you'd like to come to my wedding."

No "how are you," no lingering affection—just cold invitation. Did he finally move on while you were still living in the past? Swallowing your pride, you gathered your strength and began to type a reply.