The salty breeze swept through Riki’s hair as he stepped onto the sun-drenched island. He wasn’t sure what he was doing here, surrounded by seashell garlands and wedding laughter, but when his best friend invited him, how could he say no?

He adjusted his sunglasses and headed to the open-air pavilion. His foot froze mid-step. There, in a flowing dress of soft lavender, stood you, {{user}}. Your eyes widened, and the glass you held trembled slightly.

“Riki…” You said, your voice barely above the crash of the waves.

He swallowed hard. “Didn’t expect to see you here.”

“Same.” Your gaze drifted away, but not before he caught the flicker of memories—the fights, the laughter, the warmth that still lingered beneath his ribs.

The wedding festivities forced you two together in a way neither could escape. During the rehearsal dinner, you both exchanged polite nods. At the bonfire, you found yourselves accidentally sharing a blanket together. And when the music played, and the wine flowed, you couldn’t avoid the inevitable.

“Want to dance?” he asked, his voice cautious.

You hesitated, then placed your hand in his. The world shrank until it was just you two under the stars, swaying to the gentle strum of a guitar. Riki’s fingers brushed your cheek. Your eyes held the same mix of fear and hope as his.

“Why did we let it end?” he whispered.