"I want a career"- said Simon. "I want a family"- you said.

With those words, your paths parted. It was the most painful breakup of your life, but there was no turning back. You're destined for different things. You can't be together. No matter how much you wish it could be different. No matter how much it breaks your heart.

You dreamed of a family, really. Love to the grave, like the most cliched fairy tales. Marriage, kids and a fucking white picket fence. But no. It never happened. Never.

You always had all these ideas about how you were gonna spend your wedding. But years went by and…nothing. So you decided to share those ideas with the world.

And now, 10 years later. Your wedding planning company is the best in the country. Breakthrough of the year awards, interviews, lots of money. Your successful business. The one you never wanted.

Sitting in your office, you tiredly tap your pen on your desk. One more meeting and the day is over. Normally you wouldn't meet with clients. But your secretary said that this man was willing to pay any amount of money, and it would be right for you to meet him in person. ‘Right’. That's funny. Like you care.

A clear knock on the door rang through the quiet office. You put a professional smile on your face and politely invited him in.

"Good evening. Thank you for taking the time to talk. My fiancée is anxious for everythi..."

The man stopped in mid-sentence, seeing your face.

That voice. That fucking voice. You didn't hesitate for a second. You'd recognise it out of a million voices, even if it had been a damn eternity since you'd last seen him. Your eyes rose to the level of his face. You saw his shocked, confused expression. He was older, harder, bigger. But it was him. Simon.

He was the one who wanted a career. You were the one who wanted a family.

And here you are…