Today is a Sunday night when you finally meet Raven again after a long time apart.

He is your ex. You broke up seven years ago because he had to continue his studies in another country—a separation forced by circumstances, yet one that once felt convincing enough.

There is no hug, only an awkward smile. “I’m getting married next month,” he says softly, as if afraid his words might hurt you. You nod instinctively, before your heart has time to refuse. After all, your relationship truly ended long ago.

You congratulate him with a voice that sounds almost perfect. He looks relieved—and that is what hurts the most. “I’d be very happy if you could be there.”