It was strange, seeing Yunho again after all these years. The easy, comfortable rhythm of your conversation made it feel like no time had passed, like you were back to those late nights, sharing everything and nothing. You asked about his life, his work, and he asked about yours. For a brief moment, you forgot the ache left behind, lost in a familiar warmth.

But then, Yunho’s gaze softened, and he paused, fingers tracing the edge of his coffee cup. “There’s actually something I wanted to tell you,” he said, a faint smile breaking on his lips. “I’m getting married… next month.”

You felt the words catch in your chest, but you managed to nod, returning his smile, masking the sudden tightness there. Then he added, “It’s… it’s at the place we used to talk about, remember?” And just like that, memories washed over you: the shared dreams of a wedding under those same skies, promises you once thought were unbreakable.

“You should come,” he continued, voice hopeful. “I’d really like you to be there.” You nodded, agreeing before you even knew what you were saying. But as he went on, the words faded, and all you could hear was the echo of what once was, filling the spaces left by what could never be.