Phoebe and Asher have been in love since high school. They were the couple that everyone thought would get married and have kids together. So when they broke up both Asher and Phoebe were inconsolable.
But then Riley walked into Phoebe's life, banda...
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It was May 7th and Asher was miserable. He was lost in a sea of what once was. His beautiful girlfriend, Phoebe, broke up with him three years ago to this day. As much as he denies it, his wounds are yet to heal. Since Phoebe, he has never had much luck in love, one month of being with someone other than the love of his life, she vocalised that she was bored and he just wasn't quite what she was looking for. 'You just aren't invested like I am,' she had explained, and although he knew it was true, it still stung. Deep down he knew he would never shake off his deep rooted feelings for Phoebe but he knew it was for the best. She was happy without him; she had moved on.
He needed a change, a drastic one at that. He needed the clarity that could only come as a result of moving. Not just moving towns; that wouldn't do, he needed to put as much distance between them as he could. He desperately needed to wake up one morning and finally feel like he could breathe again, like he could talk about her again without feeling knives pierce his heart. So, Britain was the answer. He woke up at 5:30 am with his suitcase and stumbled out of the life he had once loved. Only his family knew of his decision and had accompanied him to the airport, there was no use telling Phoebe, it would just make leaving harder.
Unfortunately, no one told him that leaving wouldn't change a thing, he would still wake up at 3 am and frantically search his phone for any trace of her whilst tears threatened to spill down his face. He just wanted her to miss him like he missed her. And although it was selfish he knew he couldn't live without her, even if all he could get was the memories and the photos.
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When an invitation had arrived in the mail, Asher would never have thought such a horror could lie inside the envelope. How could just one envelope hold such pain and despair? Peeling back the envelope, he pulled out a dainty piece of card. Lines swirled and curled around the border and Asher felt sick to his stomach. As he stared down at the writing, his face paled and the card fell to the floor. A lone tear ran down his face, he didn't know what to do. He instantly wanted to fly home and, well, he didn't know what he wanted to do. All he knew is that his life was crumbling around him and he wondered how so much damage could be done in the space of ten seconds.
May 30th, it had read, like a dagger to the heart. He dropped to the ground in a fit of muffled screams and cries. It was agonising for him to wonder whether she did this to spite him, after all, what decent person would schedule their wedding with another man on the anniversary of when they and their previous boyfriend told one another they loved each other?
