He wasn’t here. You scanned for him through the crowds of people in the room. His friends were here. Your friends were here. But he wasn’t.
Is he really going to come? You asked yourself, doubting him. He was your best friend, your lover, and you couldn’t go through such a special day without him. You wanted him to come, needed him to be there, but he wasn’t.
You walked out of the room, into the balcony, staring at the evening sky. You sighed to yourself. You wished he could see the dark clouds contrast the colourful sunset with you. You wished that he would’ve remembered today.
“(Y/n),” You turned around to see a man, taller than you, dressed in nice clothes. “What are you doing here?”
“Looking at the sky,” you told him, reverting your gaze back to the clouds. “And you?”
“I’ve come because you were here.” He went to stand beside you, leaning his arms on the ledges just l