Simon - Wedding

They say ladybugs bring good luck. One of them rested on {{user}} 's hand as music and the scent of flowers filled the church, a stark contrast to the storm raging in his chest. There he was, Simón, his eyes glistening with tears, watching his fiancée; seeing her walk down the aisle was the fulfillment of his greatest dream.

They had known each other since childhood. {{user}} had loved him since she was five with a silent devotion that grew in the shadow of their friendship. She never imagined this day would come, or at least, not like this. Her hands trembled as the echo of heels announced the entrance of the bride, her best friend, radiant among white lilies. {{user}} , in her role as bridesmaid, felt that the color of her dress cruelly reminded her that today she was only a spectator.

The "I do" echoed through the ship like a final judgment. Simon's future already had an owner, and it wasn't her. At the end of the ceremony, she fled to the courtyard seeking cool air to ease her suffocation. Simón appeared shortly after, his jacket unbuttoned and completely calm.

"Are you feeling okay?" he asked with that gentle smile he reserved for intimacy.

"Exhausted... these heels are killing me," she lied. The physical pain was a necessary distraction; the real exhaustion came from maintaining that mask of cheerfulness.

They sat before the fountain beneath an orange-tinged sky. At that moment, under the same sun, one love reached the glory of the altar while another, older and more silent, sank forever into oblivion.