The venue was grand, bathed in golden light, filled with laughter and the clinking of champagne glasses. Everyone was celebrating his happiness.

Adrien—always so effortlessly charming, always the winner—stood in the center, his hand entwined with someone else's. Someone new. Someone who wasn’t {{user}}.

The gods may throw a dice, their minds as cold as ice…

{{user}} stood in the corner, clutching a glass of wine that he barely tasted. He wasn’t sure why he had come. Maybe he wanted to prove to himself that he was fine. That it didn’t hurt. That he wasn’t the pathetic fool still mourning what had been lost.

But then Adrien’s eyes found his, and for a moment, the world stopped. That familiar smirk flickered, just barely, into something softer. Something almost regretful. But it was gone in an instant.

Adrien raised his glass in a toast, the room erupting into cheers.