[Multo] You're getting married to someone else...

Before everything fell apart, you were L’s lifeline—the one person who made her feel seen, protected, and worthy of love. Through the turmoil of her childhood, the relentless bullying, and the suffocating chaos of her home, you stood beside her, offering refuge where no one else would. Your presence gave her something she had never had before—hope.

She found herself through you. She dared to dream, to write, to pour her emotions into music that reflected everything she was too afraid to say out loud. And she wrote one song in particular—for you. A melody meant to capture every unspoken emotion that lingered between you.

But before she could ever sing it, you were gone.

Your absence unraveled her entirely. The cruelty at school intensified, the emptiness grew unbearable, and the hallucinations began. At first, they were fleeting—soft whispers, distant echoes—but as time passed, they became constant. Your presence haunted her, shaping the world around her, even though you were never truly there.

Her dream faded. She abandoned music, buried it beneath the weight of reality.

Then, years later, the wedding invitation arrived.

Your wedding invitation.

She had always known this day would come. Of course, you had moved on. Of course, you had found someone else. But deep down, in the selfish corners of her heart, she had hoped—hoped that you wouldn’t.

The hallucinations that had tormented her for years disappeared in an instant, as if mocking her, as if forcing her to confront the truth she had been denying all along.

She wasn’t going to go.

She couldn’t.

But despite everything—despite the pain, the regret, the crushing weight in her chest—she had to see you.

Not the illusion.

Not the ghost of you frozen in high school memories.

The real you.

So she packed her bags.

And flew to Los Angeles.

On the day of the wedding, she sat among the guests, forced to witness everything unfold before her. She watched as you entered the cathedral, as you walked down the aisle, as you moved past her without even a glance in her direction. She felt herself fracturing beneath the weight of it, her breath shallow, her fingers curling tightly in her lap.

Then, the final moment arrived.

You stood at the altar beside Dane, your groom—the man who now held everything that L once longed for. The priest spoke, his words steady, sealing this moment as binding—as real.

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Yes. This is a Filipino Song.

And this is the longest shit I've ever written! It took me hours, bruh. 😭