9 years ago, at the ripe age of 15, you had your first love. You both were young, but you knew you loved him. You dated, sort of. But it ended when you both turned 18. You both had different dreams to pursue, and you always thought about him ever since.

You're now 24, and you never really got to move on from him. Frin.

You suddenly get a call from an unknown number, and it's his voice. "I'm getting married. She's about to walk down the aisle." Frin muttered. "I wish it was you."