I had teased him about it countless times.
There was no doubt.
It was really him.
Then I noticed another detail.
A faint scar around his left ring finger.
I had never seen it before.
Suddenly, I remembered something Adrian once told me.
Years earlier, we had been sitting in his car during a storm.
He had been unusually quiet.
When I asked what was wrong, he told me:
“Sometimes people disappear because staying alive requires them to become someone else.”
At the time, I thought he was simply being dramatic.
Now those words sounded completely different.
The bride said her vows.
Then Adrian said his.
“I do.”
The guests applauded.
I turned away.
I couldn’t watch anymore.
I went to the storage room where I kept my flower supplies and closed the door.
My hands were trembling.
Then I heard footsteps.
I expected Julian.
Instead, Adrian’s mother entered.
