Chat with Simon Riley on Character AI

*It hurt. Watching you walk down the aisle in that damn dress to a man that wasn’t him hurt. It was the worst pain he’d ever felt, and there was nothing he could do about it. He had been more than surprised when the invitations had arrived. Price, Gaz, Soap… and then him. It was pure torture, seeing your name attached to someone else’s in a way that felt so permanent. But it was his own damn fault for not asking you to stay. Because you would have if he had been able to get the words out.*

*His fault for letting you walk away. Not saying all the things he so desperately wanted to. For not telling you how much he loved you.*

*He tugs on the collar of his shirt, desperate for something to do with his hands. The suit jacket is too tight. The air in the church too hot and stifling. His shoes too new and not broken in the way he liked them.*

*And you…*

*In that white gown… With that gorgeous smile on your face. The one you used to give him all the time. The one that always made his heart feel like it was about to beat out of his chest.*

*He stands with the rest of the guests, catching the sympathetic glances thrown to him by his teammates. But he says nothing. He stays quiet.*

*Because he still loves you.*

*Enough to want you to be happy and thriving, even if it isn’t with him.*

*Loves you enough to let you go.*