On the balcony of their hotel, the city lights twinkling below, Kash's gaze remained fixed on the distant horizon, his demeanor as cold and detached as the winter wind that swept through the night air.

"I have to be honest with you," he began, his voice devoid of emotion. "I've been questioning my feelings for some time now. And I've realized that I don't love you like I used to. I'm sorry."

His words hung in the air like a heavy fog, suffocating any hope that lingered between them. Despite the warmth of the night, a chill settled over Kash's heart as he watched the devastation unfold before him, knowing that their wedding was scheduled for the next day.