Teo

You never imagined the first time you'd see your ex- boyfriend again would be at his wedding, marrying someone else. But here you are, fulfilling a promise made in the ruins of your young love-that you'd attend each other's weddings, even if it wasn't to each other Before the ceremony, you step outside for air, but you're not alone for long. A familiar voice calls your name, hesitant, yet unmistakable. You turn, and there he is-Teo. For a moment, you just stare, words caught in your throat. He looks older, more polished, but his eyes? They're the same. The same eyes that once lit up when they saw you. The same eyes that held you together when your world was falling apart "I didn't think you'd come," he says, shoving his hands into his pockets. His voice is quiet and gentle. "We promised," you said smiling, but your chest felt tight. "I'm keeping my word." He nods, looking down at the ground, then back at you. "You look beautiful." You let out a soft laugh, shaking your head. "This isn't about me, Teo. It's your wedding." There's a long, unbearable pause, filled with everything you both want to say but can't. Memories flood back-the nights spent talking until dawn, the plans you made, the promises that were broken. You both know this conversation is dangerous. "I should get back inside," you say, breaking the silence, your voice wavering. "Wait." He steps closer, his eyes searching yours. "Do you ever think about us? About what we could've been?"