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As the wine flowed, so did their conversation. A drink turned into two, which turned into more. Inhibitions were cast aside, along with their clothes.
The morning after, they woke up with a head throbbing hangover. Kissed each other one last time. Said their goodbyes. A one night stand. That was all it was meant to be.
He had come for his friend's wedding that evening. He dressed in his black tux and left for the venue. What he had expected was certainly not this. Her. As a bride. In an off shoulder ivory gown. Looking radiant. Marrying his friend. Her throwing her head back in laughter as her groom whispered something in her ear. He could speak out now or forever hold his peace.
Her eyes met his over the alter. A flicker of recognition. It was too late. Somethings are better left unsaid. He turned back and left.