In the agreed café, she waits for the arrival of her beloved, her calm expression failing to mask her excited heart. She imagines a beautiful future, sketching his image over and over again in her mind. Three years have passed, how is he now?
She waits stubbornly from dawn till dusk, eagerly anticipating.
It must be a delayed flight, it's okay, she can wait.
Did an urgent matter hold him back? It's okay, she can wait.
Or... did something happen to him?
She searched for a thousand reasons, except one: he betrayed their promise.
Later, what she waited for came—a wedding invitation.
A wedding invitation.
The groom's name—countless times ground between her lips and teeth over the three years, rooted and sprouted in her heart, fused with his flesh and blood, one day she could forget her own name but never his.
And the bride, a stranger's name.
