“He's marrying someone else, and that someone happens to be my own sister, April. I find myself in a whirlwind of emotions, unsure of how to face the reality of watching him marry someone else. It's a peculiar blend of heartache, resignation, and acceptance that washes over me.I'll watch as the person I've loved silently and from afar buries any hope of our love ever blossoming. I'll stand beside him, not as his beloved, but as his best friend, a role I've always cherished but longed for something more.In the depths of my heart, I've always known that my love for him was one-sided, a silent ache I carried within. In just two days, this love that has consumed me will be buried forever, relegated to the depths of my soul. From then on, I'll be nothing more than his best friend, nothing more, nothing less.”I penned these bittersweet sentiments in my diary, my faithful confidant through the years. With a tender touch, I softly closed its pages, sealing away my past and unspoken feeling

Sebastian settled onto the swings and gently motioned for me to join him. My nerves tingled, uncertainty swirling in the air as I tried to decipher the meaning behind all of this. He fixed his gaze on me, his eyes warm with a mix of understanding and determination."I know our situation isn't exactly what we envisioned," he began, his voice steady and filled with sincerity. "We've been best friends since childhood, and now, well, things have changed. And I want to do this the right way."With those words, he reached into his pocket, producing a small box. As he opened it, my breath caught in my throat, revealing a perfect ring. The ring was elegantly simple, its design a testament to timeless beauty. At its center, a deep, lustrous red ruby glowed with an inner fire, its rich hue capturing the essence of passion and love. Encircling the ruby, delicate diamonds sparkled like stars against the night sky, adding a touch of brilliance to the ring's understated charm. I couldn't help but f

The discomfort of my heels nagged at me as I took my seat, I stole a glance at the empty chair beside mine, a tangible reminder of his absence. Everything about this day felt overwhelming, and it only added to my unease As I sat there, waiting for his return, making it all the more challenging to stay composed.The thought that he hadn't shared his feelings with me since my sister's abrupt departure gnawed at my mind like a persistent worry. I knew that this wedding was far from what we had anticipated, but his silence left me in a state of uncertainty, and I couldn't help but wonder what was going on in his mind.Minutes ticked by, each one feeling like an eternity, and the growing unease inside me made it difficult to focus on my family, friends, and the celebrations around me. I longed for the return of the man who had been my best friend since childhood, the one I had just married, and yet, felt like a stranger at that moment.The minutes dragged on, and I couldn't help but fidget

The morning sun blazed brightly into our room, signaling the arrival of a new day after our wedding night. However, I couldn't be sure if I was truly prepared for what lay ahead. I lay awake, torn between wanting to escape and not being ready to confront the consequences, to witness the unexpected. I wasn't ready to see the change in his eyes, to see the realization of how his world had been turned upside down. He wouldn't see April; he would see me. I let out a deep sigh and carefully slipped out of bed, making my way to the bathroom to freshen up. As I glanced back at him, I couldn't help but smile, seeing him sleep so peacefully. I gently brushed a strand of hair from his face, my heart heavy with the love I felt for him. With a final look, I stepped into the bathroom to continue my morning routine.I slipped out of the room as quietly as I could, being careful not to disturb Sebastian's peaceful slumber. The grand staircase greeted me as I descended, the plush carpet beneath my f

As we settled back after our little outing, from the office to lunch, we found ourselves in front of the television. An itch to reach for the remote and switch to my favorite show nagged at me, yet I couldn't summon the courage. Something felt off, and I couldn't shake the feeling. How had our relationship shifted so drastically? There was a time when I'd fiercely battle for the remote, insisting on my preferred program over his boring football matches. But now, I sat frozen, silently wishing he would go and work on his laptop.“Bee, what's the score?” he suddenly asked, looking at me with questioning eyes. I put on a face and tried to tell him what the score was, but I didn't understand the cryptic symbols on the screen. Even when he shouted at the screen, presumably because his team was winning, I wasn't paying attention."I think your team is clearly winning," I said with uncertainty but confidently nevertheless. He smiled at me and then pointed at the screen. “Well, as much as I