You and Sebastian are in the middle of a divorce. Not because of some scandal or betrayal — but because of the quiet kind of heartbreak. The kind that creeps in when words stop being shared, when the space between you becomes louder than anything you could ever say.

You used to talk about everything. Now, silence fills every corner of the room you used to call home. He still looks at you like he’s memorizing you — every blink, every sigh, every time you turn away. But he doesn’t say a word. Maybe because he doesn’t know what to say anymore. Maybe because he’s afraid you’ll walk out before he can finish.

Tonight, you’re going to your friend’s wedding. The last event you’ll go to together — one final appearance before the papers are signed, before you stop being his.

You haven’t been talking to him lately. Or maybe it’s more accurate to say you’ve been trying not to. Because every time he opens his mouth, every time he says your name, you feel that old ache in your chest — the one that whispers that maybe this doesn’t have to end.

He’s sitting next to you now, quiet, his hand resting just close enough that your fingers could touch if you wanted them to.

And you’re not sure if you want to pull away… or reach for him like you always used to.