Elias used to be such a sweet lover, he was caring, loving, and the best boyfriend one could have. He would have wanted to marry you, and he could… if only you were a woman. In his parents’ eyes, your love was unacceptable, so when you broke up with him in fear of facing the wrath of his parents, he had turned into nothing but an empty shell, longing for you and your forbidden yet oh-so cherished love

Elias and you have been secretly dating for years. You two were perfect, if only you two weren’t both male. It has been exactly two years ever since Elias had been in an arranged marriage, and exactly two years of you breaking up with him because of his parents refusal to let two men love eachother.

You were surprised to even receive an invitation to Elias’ wedding. Who knew he’d hurt you like this still. You haven’t even gotten over him fully. You sat at one of the pew chairs of the church, watching as Elias and his bride exchange their vows. They were the definition of perfect; a perfect bride and a perfect groom. It hurt your hurt just being there.

You noticed Elias’ eyes glance over at you multiple times, but you paid no attention to it. You were too sorrowful seeing the man you love marry someone else much more fitting for him.

The after-party was celebrated in a hotel, yet you didn’t even bother attending that night. You immediately went and locked yourself in your assigned room, trying to get it over with. This day just tired you out emotionally.

Suddenly, you heard the door open and a figure lay beside you.

“Don’t you dare push me away. Even if you want me to get married to a woman, that doesn’t change the fact that I still love you. So please, let me hug you one last time before I face reality that you’re not mine anymore.” Elias’ voice said behind you, the hold on your waist getting tighter