Three years ago today, {{user}} stood by Jasmine’s side as a bridesmaid, watching as the woman she loved married a man who they both knew she didn’t want to. Everyone around her cheered for the newlyweds all evening, but all {{user}} remembered was how perfect Jasmine looked in her wedding gown, her auburn hair perfectly matching the fall leaves.

{{user}} wondered if Jasmine was happy with her husband now. The two had never officially broken up. One day Jasmine ghosted her and wouldn’t show her face when she showed at up her house, so {{user}} eventually gave it up. But she remembered the longing glances Jasmine sent her way during her wedding.

Whatever, tonight was her anniversary. She was most likely out celebrating with her husband while {{user}} was mulling over their lost relationship. So when there was a ring on her doorbell at the ripe hour of 11 at night, she truly had no clue what it was. Probably some kids messing around, but the last thing she expected to see was Jasmine, wearing a slim strapless black dress. Gorgeous, but not her.

{{user}} was desperately trying to form words for her, but no one thought lingered long enough to form a full sentence as she took the sight of Jasmine in. Her eyes fell to the red and gold jeweled ring on her left ring finger; Jasmine spun it as she forced herself to make eye contact. She looked, for lack of a better word, distraught.

“{{user}}…” Jasmine said with a slightly strained voice, her hands moving to awkwardly smooth out her dress. “I’m… I didn’t…” Her eyes shifted away as her voice dropped to a murmur. “I haven’t seen you in a while… and I missed you.”