In love with my brother's wife

my old diary, her memory crashes int

r two years ago, but I neve

way her voice softened when she said my name, it was just beautiful.

ell they lied. Because here I am,

t week, her voice wa

ied. Everyone will be there.

ome in years, not

since

ek apartment in Paris, a name people respect, there's a knot in my stom

her. To know if any part of her still rem

it on the nightstand. The p

hoping the bitter taste will ground me. The wedding is in two weeks. Pa

kless one underneath. A serial heartbreaker. The kind of

someone. Or at leas

I can't lie, I'm curious. Who is she?

mind. I was going to face my fears and attend S

and telling myself it was just one day. I booked a ticket for the first flight out

happy couple, and come up with a solid excuse to leave the same day. Some

hing I didn't

n into her. Because I w

when it comes to Lily, I'm still that boy who

the only person I wa

e heavy with anticipation. I could hear the bride and groom already exchanging vows as I moved quietl

oticed me,

tinctively, her eyes meeting mine with a soft smile. She always had something like a s

en let my gaze dri

om sat in still silence, caught up in the moment. I could barely see the cou

thing stopped. Sam was gett

d enough to drown out every vow, every whisper, every prayer. I sta

g here? And why wa

ing inside me

ing, I stood a

elt heavier

n't wait for answers. I just left. Because so