"Mira..."
"This was the first and last time. She loves you. She deserves to be happy. And I... I can't be the one who takes that away."
He looked at me for a long time. Then walked out without a word.
Ten minutes later, I stood at the altar as a bridesmaid and watched my sister say "I do" to the man who had kissed me an hour ago.
He didn't look my way. Not once.
A year has passed.
Alina and Daniel live in a new apartment. They're doing well — at least that's what Mom says. I see them at family dinners, smile, pretend everything is fine.
He never texted me again. Never called. We were never alone together.