Missing My wedding

The Girl From the Past

Leonard POV

I'll never forget the day I saw her again. Hannah. My first love. The one who had left an indelible mark on my heart. It was as though no time had ever passed. The same spark in her eyes, the same bright smile... it all came rushing back. I had thought I'd long forgotten the memories we'd made together. Her laughter, her tears, her contact whispering to me of forever. But seeing her now, I realized those memories had been merely dormant, waiting to be awakened. And then, my gaze fell on the young boy standing beside her. My heart skipped a beat as I felt the ground beneath me give way. He looked... just like me. The same eyes, the same nose, the same smile... it was like staring at my childhood photo. I felt like being punched in the face. I couldn't breathe, couldn't think. All I could do was stare at the boy, my mind reeling with questions. What had Hannah been through? How had she managed to raise our child on her own? And why had she kept it a secret from me?

I'll never forget the day I saw her again. Hannah. My first love. The one who had left an indelible mark on my heart. It was as though no time had passed. The same spark in her eyes, the same bright smile... it all came rushing back. I had thought I'd long forgotten the memories we'd made together. The laughter, the tears, the whispers of forever. But seeing her now, I realized those memories had been merely dormant, waiting to be awakened. And then, my gaze fell on the young boy standing beside her. My heart skipped a beat as I felt the ground beneath me give way. He looked... just like me. The same eyes, the same nose, the same smile... it was like staring at my childhood photo. I felt like I'd been punched in the gut. I couldn't breathe, couldn't think. All I could do was stare at the boy, my mind reeling with questions. What had Hannah been through? How had she managed to raise our child on her own? And why had she kept it a secret from me? I thought back to that fateful day when Hannah had told me she was pregnant. I had been so young, so scared... and so stupid. I had rejected her, rejected our child... and had lived with the guilt and shame ever since.

Now, as I stood face to face with my past, I knew I had a choice to make. To confront the truth and take responsibility for my actions, or to turn my back and walk away… A day after the wedding, Natasha sat alone in her room, surrounded by the remnants of what was supposed to be the happiest day of her life. Her room, once a serene oasis, now felt like a prison. The soft, golden light that filtered through the sheer curtains highlighted the elegant furnishings, but even the beautiful decor couldn't lift her spirits. The room was a tranquil blend of whites, creams, and pale woods, with plush carpets and velvet pillows in soft, pastel hues. The walls were adorned with elegant artwork, and the air was sweet with the scent of fresh flowers. But now, the flowers seemed wilted, the cake tasted bitter, and the dress felt like a costume. Natasha felt betrayed, hurt, and confused. The man she thought she knew, the man she had promised to love and cherish, had been hiding a secret from her. A secret that had left her questioning everything. Leonard had tried to see her, to explain, to apologize, but she wouldn't let him. She couldn't bear the sight of him, couldn't bear the thought of him touching her, holding her, loving her.

The pain was too raw, too fresh. She needed time, space, and silence. She needed to process the emotions that were swirling inside her, emotions that threatened to consume her. As she sat there, surrounded by the silence, Natasha realized that she had a choice to make. She could either let the hurt define her, or she could find a way to heal, to move forward. But for now, she just sat, surrounded by the shadows of her shattered dreams...