Four best friends.
One wedding.
A reunion that was never meant to happen.
Time changed everything. But not their pasts. Not the glances that still sting.
Not the love that never really left. One waits for her, clinging to a love that never faded. O...
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My jaw dropped the moment I stepped into the wedding venue, a cascade of silk drapes and twinkling fairy lights weaving an enchanted canopy overhead.
Delicate bouquets of blush roses and ivory peonies spilled from crystal vases, their petals catching the golden afternoon sun like whispers of a forgotten spell. I'd never attended a wedding before, and the sheer elegance—the soft glow of lanterns swaying in the breeze, the murmur of laughter blending with a distant harp—left me breathless.
It was a fairytale brought to life, stirring something deep within me: a quiet longing to one day stand at the heart of such magic. And unbidden, my thoughts drifted to Myra.
How would she look today, radiant in this glow? The idea sent my pulse skittering, a warm flutter I quickly tamped down. Stay calm.
A soft chuckle escaped as I recalled last night's gentle chaos—Myra, tipsy and unguarded, her laughter bubbling like champagne as she leaned too close, her eyes sparkling with mischief. She'd been utterly endearing, a side of her I'd glimpsed only in stolen moments over the years.
Dressed sharply in tailored navy suits, Rohan and Ayaan wove through the crowd toward the ceremony rows, their easy grins cutting through my reverie.
We exchanged nods and light-hearted jabs. "You clean up well for once," Ayaan quipped—before settling into our seats, the air humming with anticipation. That's when I saw her.
Myra emerged from the throng like a vision, her lavender gown hugging her frame with effortless grace, intricate lace tracing the neckline like frost on a winter bloom. She moved with quiet poise, greeting guests with that signature warmth, a smile that lit her face like dawn breaking.
I couldn't look away. Every detail held me captive, from the way the fabric caught the light to the loose tendrils of hair framing her cheeks.
"Done staring?" Ayaan's elbow nudged mine, his voice laced with teasing amusement. Heat crept up my neck as I tore my gaze free, managing a sheepish laugh. "Can't help it. She looks... incredible."
Rohan leaned in, eyebrow arched in that knowing way of his. "Why not tell her? Life's too short for what-ifs."
I hesitated, the words tangling in my throat. We'd known each other for years—familiar faces in overlapping circles, but never truly close.
Confessing felt like stepping onto fragile ice. What if it cracked our easy acquaintance? What if she didn't feel the same pull, this quiet gravity that tugged at me whenever she was near?
"Not sure she does," I murmured, uncertainty coiling tight in my chest.
Rohan clapped my shoulder, his tone gentle but firm. "You'll never know unless you leap."
"Am I interrupting?" Myra's voice pulled me around. There she stood, close enough that I caught the faint scent of jasmine on her skin, her smile tentative yet inviting.
