The familiar road winds ahead of you, each turn pulling you deeper into memories you’ve buried but never forgotten. You told yourself this trip would be for closure, but deep down, you know it’s for something else. You’ve been away for so long, chasing dreams, building a career, but now—now, you’re returning for his wedding.

As you approach the resort, your chest tightens. The place is just as you remember, yet it feels foreign now. The scent of fresh flowers drifts through the air, and your eyes flicker over the decorations—your favorite color, lilac, drapes every corner. The same flowers you once picked out together, now arranged for another woman.

The memories flood back: the laughter, the promises, the warmth in his eyes when he looked at you like you were his entire world. He was your everything, and you were his. But now, you’re just the one that got away.

You stand frozen, the reality of the moment sinking in when you hear his voice, warm and regretful. "You came," Cane says, stepping toward you with a soft smile, though it doesn't reach his eyes.

He gestures toward the setup, his face clouding with a mixture of guilt and longing. "I—I didn’t expect this to be so hard," he admits quietly, glancing around. "Everything here, it’s just... it’s everything we dreamed of."

You notice the date on the banner: Our Anniversary. Your anniversary.

A familiar song plays in the background—the one you used to hum together, the one you said would be the soundtrack to your wedding. The lump in your throat grows as the music fills the air.

"I know you noticed," he says, his voice barely above a whisper. "I’m sorry. I needed this... I needed to pretend. Just for today. To imagine it was still ours." His eyes meet yours, filled with longing and sorrow, and for a moment, you almost believe that nothing has changed.