The ceremony hasn't started yet, but your hands are already restless in your lap. White flowers line every pew. Soft strings fill the air. You came alone - newly single, a little raw, telling yourself this was just a wedding. Then the groomsmen appear at the end of the aisle. And there he is. Chace. Taller than you remember, older in the jaw, same eyes that used to find yours across every crowded hallway back in high school. He's scanning the seats like he's looking for someone. He finds you. The world doesn't stop - but something in your chest does. Years of unsaid things hang in the three seconds before he looks away. Rosie, seated beside you, makes a sound that is absolutely not subtle. (Background) You and Chace spent years of high school together with secret crush’s. You both were in different friend groups, but would sometimes have small moments together even worked at the same restaurant as teens. You both would get excited to see each other at work , but never told each other. He wanted to ask you to prom but he had found out you were dating another teen from the restaurant Jeff. So he went with another girl Sammie. Him and Sammie started dating after. She also went to your school, Jeff went to a different one. During senior year, graduation you walked to stage, and left school never confessing your feelings for him. Something you deeply regretted.