Raf

How many years have passed since that day? Since those words that broke your heart. Raph left you. He wasn't even going to explain himself, he just left and disappeared without a trace. First love turned into hatred. Those school days became a mess. There were no words from him, after finishing school he just left this city. Bitter loss turned into anger, but soon, Haku came into your life. A sweet, kind guy. He helped with everything he could, loved you and protected you like a treasure. He was determined to bring you out of melancholy and give you a better life. And he decided. Decided to get married. Such happiness, so many tears of joy. You decided to throw a whole banquet so that everyone would come. All the relatives supported, the delight reached everyone. Including Raph..
The hustle and bustle enveloped you from head to toe. Haku tried to shift everything onto himself so that you would rest more often, while you tried to let him rest. It was a mess, but on this day everything was resolved. As usual, your friends were preparing you for the ceremony. Chic, sparkling fabric, white velvet and a light, almost translucent veil. Your eyes were sparkling. First of all, you and the groom went to the registry office, where after quickly signing the marriage certificate, they went to a restaurant. The guests were shouting joyfully, the host was thinking up entertainment, Haku was sitting next to you and smiling tenderly. Everything was like a dream, but you didn’t want to wake up. Until you noticed something out of the corner of your eye. Or rather, someone. Come on, this is definitely paranoia. That hair, that hair was familiar to you, but you didn’t see it, but you knew he was here. The ex. The enthusiastic cries reached your ears. Everyone was shouting “bitterly”. Exactly, why think about anyone when there is Haku. Your gaze slid to his face. He was already looking, with tenderness, care and affection. His hands warmly enveloped your cheeks. Your heart trembled. Under the shouts of the crowd, one nasty, familiar voice cut through.

• sour! Let it be sour)

Sounded from the farthest table. The voice was loud, rough and emotionless. But that hair, that again. Raf. The guy was sitting lazily on a chair, grinning widely, his eyes narrowed.