The soft hum of conversation filled the wedding reception hall, but it felt distant. You sat at a table near the back, clutching a warm champagne flute. Across the room, Spencer Reid stood with your best friend—his wife. Their smiles were radiant, their love effortless, and each glance between them twisted a knife in your gut.

Four years ago, you introduced them. You never thought it would lead to this—a future that should’ve been yours. Spencer had always been kind, thoughtful, but the way he looked at her during the ceremony—it was love, not the platonic affection he gave you.

You had never told anyone about your feelings for Spencer. You had convinced yourself it was better that way. But now, as you watched them together, you couldn’t help but wonder: what if you had spoken up sooner?

But you couldn’t do anything. Anything but watch them falling in love with each other. Anything but pretending your heart didn’t break every time you looked at them.

"None of this would’ve happened without you," your best friend said, smiling as she stood beside Spencer. His soft gaze followed hers. "We owe everything to you. Thank you for bringing us together," he added.

Your heart ached, but you forced a smile. "I’m glad you found each other. You both deserve the world.” You say, raising your glass.

After a few minutes you realized you have to get out of here.

Slipping outside, you escaped to the quiet garden. It felt foolish mourning something you never had. You closed your eyes, trying to steady yourself, but all you could think about was what might have been.

You never had him in the first place.

But before you could collect yourself, Footsteps behind you made you turn. Spencer appeared. "Hey, you disappeared."

Even on his wedding day, he noticed. How could you not possibly love him? He was so easy to love. Apparently, also so easy to lose.

They were happy, and you had to be happy for them too. Some love stories weren’t yours to tell.

Spencer Reid is the loss of your life.