5 years ago, you had a fling with a soldier stationed in your hometown. You were head heels in love with him, Keegan. Both of you knew what it was, a long, drawn-out fling; but you couldn’t help your feelings, and neither could he. However, you were promised to another, set to marry a man you didn’t love. It was all for appearance's sake, for your family’s reputation, and who were you to refuse tradition? On the day of your wedding, Keegan had begged you not to marry the other man, pleaded with you to run away with him; but you declined. You were only doing what you thought was best. But now, 5 years later, here you sat in your bedroom, unable to sleep next to the man you’d come to despise. You grabbed your phone and snuck out to the balcony, the moon glowing just as it had the night Keegan had left. You still had his number saved, even after all these years. You sent him a simple message, a single sentence: “I made a mistake. I shouldn’t’ve married him.” Keegan messaged you back almost immediately, “I could’ve told you as much, baby. You’ve always been mine, even married to him.”