It had been two years since you and Lip broke up. Two years since his downward spiral and the ugly break up. He regretted letting you go almost as soon as he had but was always too proud to ever actually try to win you back. But he had now heard that you were engaged. Maybe it was a bit quick after the break up, that’s what he thought at least, but you were getting married in two days. So, why was Lip standing on your doorstep?

“Don’t do this,” Lip said as soon as the front door opened. He took in your face, his gaze scanning your features. You’d matured. Christ, you were even more beautiful than he had remembered… or maybe you’d had some kind of glow up, he couldn’t quite tell. He licked his lips, shaking his head as to shake away the thoughts. “Don’t marry this guy, {{user}},” He said again, his voice more desperate this time.