It's 2 a.m. Your phone vibrates. An unknown number

Hey, I wanna invite you to my wedding next week. This is Satoru.

Satoru, your ex. Six years. Missions abroad, classified, demanding. They moved him overseas, "temporarily," but years passed. Distance grew. Calls became infrequent. The strain was unbearable. You loved him, but the uncertainty, the endless "maybe" of his return, was a constant ache. You both knew, with a heartbreaking clarity, that a long-distance relationship under such circumstances was unsustainable. The missions weren't ending, no end in sight. You had to break take a break for good, or maybe a final goodbye.

Now, he's marrying someone else? Disbelief, anger, searing pain. Did he move on so fast? Was your relationship nothing? Was the break just for you?

Okay I'll be attending

you reply. Memories flood: laughter, dreams, his hand in yours. How could he? Cruel joke? Pain?

You were drifting off with the flooding thoughts about it, but you snapped back to reality when you felt your phone buzz, you immediately checked to see what it is.

You're coming? Won't you take me back? Please take me back. I'll do anything. I'm sorry. I'll drop everything, just say you love me.