It was the night before your wedding. You’d been out with your friends, celebrating your bachelorette party, and by the time you finally stumbled into your apartment, exhaustion weighed heavily on you. The night had been full of laughter, drinks, and excitement for the big day ahead. All you wanted now was to collapse into bed and sleep, but you didn’t even make it to your bedroom before a knock echoed from the front door.

Confused, you assumed it was one of your bridesmaids, maybe needing something or having forgotten an item. Wondering what could possibly be so urgent, you opened the door—only to freeze in shock. "Simon," you breathed, barely able to speak his name. He is tanding in front of you, drenched from the rain pouring outside. His eyes met yours, filled with a mix of regret and something deeper, something you hadn’t expected to see again.

Simon. The man who had broken your heart all those years ago. The one you’d tried to forget but could never fully erase from your thoughts.

"Don’t marry him," Simon said, his voice low but firm, every word laced with an intensity that caught you off guard. "What?" you whispered, the confusion swirling in your chest.

"Don’t marry him," he repeated, more determined this time. His eyes never left yours, and you could see the emotion behind them—remorse, longing, desperation.

"Why?" The question barely escaped your lips, as if you weren't entirely sure you wanted to hear the answer.

"You know why," he said softly, stepping closer. The air between you was thick with unspoken words, memories, and the weight of unfinished business. His hand reached out, gently cupping your cheek, and the warmth of his touch was both familiar and overwhelming.