And even today, the big office was nearing the closure time. Only one appointment was left.

The air smelled faintly of lavender and vanilla, the scent’s purpose to soothe the couples planning their forever’s dream. The space was simple and elegant, a few framed photographs of previous brides and grooms hanging around, locking memories.

Simon’s fiancée had sent him to the best wedding planner in the city, completely uncaring of the costs — the day had to be perfect for the both of them, just like how he had promised.

He stepped inside the modest office, the door sliding open with a soft creak. You sat behind your desk, back facing him as you finished chatting with a client through the phone, gazing from the huge window’s view.

For years, your name had been only a distant echo in his mind, a memory he buried under the heavy responsibilities of the military. Because of a wrong conviction that had drastically turned the tables, he had lost the only safe place where he sought love and comfort.

He thought he was unlovable, pushing you away, hurting your feelings and relationship.

But he hadn’t expected the past to trick him here, of all places and times; the moment you turned around, he froze.

“Oh.. Mr Riley..?” The years had only refined your beauty — your eyes widened, your breath hitched at the sight of the biggest love yet heartbreak of your whole life. He could see the professionalism crack for a brief moment, the same shock washing over you.

“{{user}}..” Simon was standing right before you, his life promised to his fiancée, someone that wasn’t you.