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After locking the door, Zee let the water run from the faucet and leaned against the wall, covering his mouth tightly to muffle his sobs. He couldn't believe what Saint had told him—an invitation, a wedding invitation. Saint must have moved on from him. Zee felt a mix of happiness for Saint and deep sorrow that he wasn't the one standing beside him in a wedding suit. Crying silently, he repeatedly hit his chest, overwhelmed by the pain. How could he live knowing that Saint was with someone else? And worse, how could he attend the wedding and watch Saint with someone else, asking for blessings from above? He couldn't bear the thought.

He heard a soft knock on the bathroom door. "P'Zee," Saint called out gently. "P'Zee, can you please open the door? Please... P'Zee." Hearing his name from Saint's lips made Zee's tears flow even harder.

"I... I'm fine, Saint. You can go now. I..." he sobbed. "Don't worry. I promise to attend... the wedding," he continued. "I... I'll be fine... yeah... I will," he added, though his voice betrayed his true feelings.

"P'Zee, please. I want to talk to you. Open the door, please," Saint said, his voice cracking as he heard Zee's sobs. After a while, Zee finally opened the door. Saint stepped back to give him space. Seeing Zee in such a broken state made Saint's chest ache. He immediately cupped Zee's face, gently wiping away his tears. "P'Zee, listen to me carefully."

Zee couldn't bring himself to look directly into Saint's eyes, turning away as he tried to hold back his tears. "P'Zee, look at me. Please," Saint begged. After a few seconds, Zee finally looked into Saint's eyes, but he was on the verge of tears again. Saint quickly kissed Zee's forehead.

"P'Zee, listen to me. That invitation is from my best friend. She’s getting married next week. She wants you to be there with me. You misunderstood, P'Zee. Stop crying. I'm here," Saint said softly.

Zee's confusion slowly turned to realization as he processed Saint's words. "You mean... you're not getting married?" Zee asked, his voice trembling.

"No, P'Zee. I'm not getting married. I never moved on from you," Saint reassured, holding Zee tightly. "I'm here because I miss you and I want us to be together again."