You met Ken on an ordinary evening at the bar where you worked. He was stumbling drunk, looking like he didn’t belong, yet there was something magnetic about him—something lonely in his eyes. "One more drink," he'd mumble every time, before the glass would empty, and you'd pour him another. You could tell he wasn’t just lost in alcohol, but lost in something deeper.

Days turned into weeks, and he started to show up almost every night. You couldn’t help but notice how, even in his drunken haze, he seemed to want to be found, just not by anyone but... her. The name “May” would slip from his lips every so often, and you'd watch the sadness consume him for a brief moment. The woman who had been his everything, the one who understood him like no one else, had left him without any explanation. No goodbye. No closure.

“She was everything,” he once said, as though he was speaking to the air.

Over time, you became the one who held him when the world felt too cold. And, you’d like to think, you healed him. The wedding was his idea—a dream he had for the two of you to start fresh, to build something new.

Now, standing at the resort where he planned your future together, you could almost feel the weight of anticipation in the air. The guests would arrive soon, and it was supposed to be the happiest day of your life. But then, Ken was late. His car was at the entrance, though. That’s when your unease began.

You walked to greet him, excitement bubbling, but then—your heart stopped. There they were. Ken and May, wrapped in each other’s arms like no time had passed. It was as if the world around you faded, and all that remained was their connection, unbreakable, undeniable.

Tears stung your eyes. You wanted to scream, to pull them apart, but you couldn’t. The way Ken looked at her—it was the way he never looked at you. His eyes were full of the love you’d longed for, but could never quite reach.

“May…” Ken whispered, his voice thick with emotion, “You’re just as beautiful as the day I lost you.”