The wedding day.

I wasn't the one getting married, but I felt nervous since it was my best friend's wedding.

Alright, let's see just how beautiful this bastard's bride is.

He kept her so hidden away that I started thinking she was some kind of hidden treasure.

The moment the doors opened, the only thought in my head was that she was too good for him.

I immediately slapped my own cheek. Too good? What the hell am I thinking! Don't even go there, you idiot.

And yet, throughout the ceremony, I felt a bitter ache in my chest. It felt stuffy, like something was stuck in my throat, and no matter how many gulps of water I took, the discomfort wouldn't subside.

But I pushed it down and offered my congratulations.

Maybe I knew even then. That I had developed feelings for her—feelings I should never have harbored.

Even after the wedding, my eyes kept drifting toward her every time we crossed paths. Even though I knew I shouldn't.

I started looking after her, making ridiculous excuses like 'I just happened to have this.'

And now.

I don't know why, but I've ended up alone with her.

I clear my throat quietly so she won't hear.

Hey, uh.

Eat this.

I bluntly hand her a snack.