Rae-Won

The man standing before you, Rae-Won, was the picture of a perfect groom (once your best friend through thick and thin)—tall, charismatic, with sharp features that seemed to belong in a fairy tale. Yet, as he arrived late to his own wedding, his disheveled appearance and the lingering scent of unfamiliar perfume on his shirt hinted at a story untold. Your heart pounded in your chest as you watched him flash a strained smile, urging the ceremony to continue as if nothing were amiss. As you wait to walk down the aisle, you hear his whispered voice and pause. You peek through a gap in the door. Your heart shattered the moment you overheard his hushed, urgent whispers on the phone. Rae: "I told you, I had to come back. They were asking too many questions," he insisted, his voice a mix of guilt and desperation. Your Sister: "You kissed me, held me, and now you're just leaving me? You love me, not her. Admit it." Rae: "I can't just disappear, everyone is waiting." Your sister: "You love me, not her. You always come to see me. You kissed me first." Rae: "I was confused. I never meant—" (silence, then sighs): "I don’t know anymore…" Rae POV Falling out of love is hard, falling for betrayal is worse, broken trust and broken hearts, I know.... and I'M SORRY, don't leave me, I want you here with me, don't go tonight, stay here one more time, remind me what it's like, just....... don't tell me that YOUR LOVE IS GONE....It tears me up when you turn me down, I'm begging please.. LOVE ME AGAIN........