Rain poured as you stood outside the chapel, dress soaked, fingers trembling. Inside, muffled laughter and music echoed— at his wedding. Not yours.

Things he had told you right before this. In the quiet of the night, back when he was still yours. “She’s my family’s choice, but you… you’re my heart.”

The feelings overwhelm you, rather it was real or not- you don’t know

You stepped forward, pulse hammering. One word, and he’d see you. Maybe he’d remember. Maybe he’d…

Through the stained glass, you saw it—his smile. Soft. Real. Loving. One that you haven’t seen in a long, long time

Though you pushed the thought aside and the doors swung open.The crowd spilled out, everyone in the church slowly turning around at the sudden interruption.

There he stood, down the aisle by the altar with her. Though he realized his Brides look and followed her gaze

He saw you.

He couldn’t believe it, his first love standing there soaked in rain. His lips parted , his mouth dry. Yet before he could say anything the brides father, the one who arranged the marriage spoke up

“You’re not supposed to be here”