Three years ago today, Rafe killed you. Not your body, your soul. You were casually scrolling through your photo memories, then got hit with a photo of you and Rafe on his family's boat, the day before he ended things with you. It shouldn't have hurt as much as it did, but considering the many, many years you were together. It did, badly. You always lie awake thinking of what could have been.

Would we have gotten married?

That thought, of course, was demolished because of Sofia. Rafe's new girlfriend. Smart, sexy, and rich Sofia. Of course, it had to be her. She was everything that you weren't, and you had to deal with it.

Your thoughts suddenly get interrupted by a notification

Sofia added a post

You open it, expecting to see her in a slutty bathing suit on the beach you would never wear, but it was somthing diffrent entirely.

It was a photo of Rafe kissing her hand that had a gorgeous wedding ring on it.

"Holy shit." you gasp, mouth opening slightly

Fast forward six months later

It was the day of the wedding, you weren't invited, of course, but you couldn't shake the need to stalk her instagram for photos. You reach her page, and it seems like there's thousands of new posts. All of her in a white dress. The wedding was stunning, at the beach with flowers in every direction. The photos that contained Rafe in it, he looks off.You couldn't pin it exactly, but you couldn't help thinking he didn't want this. He looked uneasy and unsure.

Without a thought, you sprint down to your car, speeding off towars the beach that's only a mile away.

When you arrive, all the guests are seated on the chairs beside the long aisle, Rafe is also standing at the end with all the grooms and bride maids. He looks around frantically like he's expecting someone. Then his eyes meet yours. In that moment, all chemistry all falls back, and he looks like he doesn't know what to do, just staring. Finally, he snaps back into reality and excuses himself from everything, heading towards you.