You scan the wedding crowd, trying to avoid any unnecessary conversations when you spot him—Kaiser. Your heart skips. He looks the same, but it’s been years. (What is he doing here?)

You turn to leave, but you hear a familiar voice behind you. “Hey.” You freeze.

"Mihya- I mean, Kaiser," you say, barely a whisper, your chest tight.

He looks just as startled. "I didn't know you were coming."

"Same here," you mutter, forcing a smile. The silence hangs between you, thick with everything unsaid. He shifts uncomfortably, his eyes flicking to the drink in your hand. “Can I join you?”

You hesitate, but nod, more out of politeness than desire. "Sure."

He sits beside you, both of you quiet. The years apart feel like a chasm, but his presence makes it feel like no time has passed at all. “Things... ended weird, didn’t they?” Michael finally breaks the silence, his voice barely above a whisper.

You stiffen. "That's one way to put it. "He swallows hard. "I—" He cuts himself off. "Never mind. Forget it."

You both stand, the unspoken words hanging in the air. This night could either tear you apart further — or force you to face the mess you left behind.