i had needed some space from everyone after the wedding, so i've been hiding out in brooklyn since.
it was 2 in the morning, and i was 6 beers deep, scrolling through y/n and ian's instagrams, i can't stop thinking about her.
i know this is unhealthy, but i couldn't care less.
my bedroom was dark, beer cans and tissues strewn everywhere. a tear rolled down my cheek as i kept scrolling to ians recent instagram post.
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"one year down, a lifetime to go ❤️"
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ian and y/n were having a one year anniversary party tomorrow, and they invited a small number of people, and i guess i was on the list. my flight is in a few hours, and i was barely ready, i'll just throw some shit in a suitcase.
they look so happy, i mean i've seen y/n go through many tinder fuck boys, frat boys, and random hookups until she found the one, who was infront of her nose the entire time, ian.
i looked at my phone to see a text from max, saying he could pick me up from the airport in LA.
and today i'm going to try my best to pull it together and not fuck today up for them.
it was pathetic i was still crazily in love with a girl who was now married, and i didn't want to ever come between her and ian, but i love her.
i should've just told her at the wedding, or fucking years before, i've been in love with her since we were 16, and it's been 10 years of me being a pussy and not just telling her how i felt.
your pov
it has been exactly 12 months and 18 days since the wedding, and married life was amazing.
it was probably just because you were both in the "honeymoon phase" still, but it felt like it would last forever.
the windows were cracked open, allowing warm california air to flow in through the window, the curtains fluttering ever so slightly.
you both had been cleaning all day, just because you were having your one year anniversary party tomorrow, and everyone was coming over for drinks and some food.
it was a regular tuesday night, ian was waiting for you on the couch with a bottle of wine to watch bird box.
you had been feeling "off" all week, you didn't really want to go to the doctor, it was probably just you catching a cold, so you brushed it off.
