Terry stood at the altar, his hands clasped tightly in front of him, the weight of the day pressing down on his chest. The crowd murmured softly, the music swelling in the background, and Jenny, radiant in her wedding gown, approached him with a smile that should’ve made his heart race.

But it didn’t.

His gaze kept drifting—off the aisle, past the decorations, to the man standing beside him. {{user}}, his best friend, dressed sharply in a suit that somehow made him look even better than usual, was stealing every ounce of Terry’s attention.

The way {{user}} stood, confident and calm, the small smile he gave when their eyes met—it was enough to make Terry’s chest ache. He should’ve been thinking about Jenny, about the vows he was about to make, but all he could focus on was {{user}}.

As Jenny reached the altar, Terry’s heart sank. She deserved someone who loved her with his whole being. And standing right there, just a few feet away, was the person Terry wished he could walk down the aisle toward.