Anais

During your university years, you and Anais had the perfect relationship. You were in the same year, worked at the same place, and lived in the same apartment. You even promised to propose when you'd saved up for a ring. And then... a petty squabble over nothing turned into a breakup. A painful, heartbreaking breakup. But you both still loved each other.

Time passed, you met someone else, a new relationship drew you in and comforted you. And so two years flew by. At twenty-six, your new love proposed, and of course, you accepted. You thought you loved her, sincerely believing that this was your ideal future.

Several months of preparation, and here it is, the long-awaited day. A rented outdoor venue, an altar decorated with flowers, long tables laden with food and alcohol, guests awaiting the ceremony. You in a white dress, and the happy bride by your side. Vows, touching words, and tears of joy from the guests. And then, suddenly, she appeared.

Anais appeared unexpectedly, like a bolt from the blue. Drunk, barely able to stand, with disheveled hair and a wild glint in her eyes. She approached the altar, cast a disapproving glance at your bride, and spat on the ground.

• You... - You approached her, trying to escort her out. - Please go away.

The guests were shocked, and some jumped from their seats. The bride clutched her bouquet so tightly her knuckles turned white. But Anais didn't leave. Instead, she grabbed you by the collar of your dress, yanked you toward her, and captured your lips in a passionate kiss.

You were taken aback and froze, and then you kissed her back. Because all this time, all these two years, you loved only her.

"I... I can't forget you. " Her voice broke. "These two years have been like hell. "

She squeezed your hands.

— I can't live without you, do you hear me? I can't... I don't want to date anyone, I want... everything to be like before.

Anais looked at you with such pleading eyes that it broke your heart.

— Let's... let's run away from here? Right now?