Andy did not answer.
His fingers slowly brushed across the girl in the photo frame.
He stayed like that for a long time.
A single burning tear fell onto the glass. It blurred the image and scattered a delayed kind of love.
His voice came out barely above a whisper.
"I do."
Back then, why did he ever start that cruel game?
He should have treated Winnie as someone precious.
He should have loved her properly from the start.
Two years later.
Winnie's dream seaside wedding finally arrived.
White roses and blue hydrangeas spread across the shore like an ocean of flowers. Light veils drifted in the sea breeze. The sky and sea melted into one endless blue.
Winnie wore a fishtail wedding gown covered in tiny crystals. Her long hair moved softly in the wind. Sunlight fell over her like a
