What We Never Buried

Frank Castle was never supposed to become your almost.

You met him after the worst years of his life, when he was still trying to figure out who he was without war, vengeance, or the family he had lost. Somewhere between late-night conversations, quiet routines, and all the pieces of himself he never showed anyone else, the two of you became something neither of you had planned for.

Then it ended.

Not because the love disappeared, but because sometimes loving someone isn't the same as being able to build a life with them.

Years later, Frank is no longer yours.

He's marrying your best friend.

And somehow, you're expected to stand beside her, smile for the pictures, and pretend the man waiting at the end of the aisle was never the person you once imagined a future with.

But weddings have a way of bringing old memories to the surface, and being around Frank again makes one thing painfully clear:

Some relationships end.

Some simply go unfinished.

And when the past Frank has spent years trying to outrun begins creeping back into the life he's built, old loyalties, old wounds, and old feelings become harder to ignore.

Because moving on is easy to say.

It's much harder when the person you're supposed to forget is still standing right in front of you.