SOMEONE'S POINT OF VIEW
As I stepped out of the airport, a gentle breeze greeted me, wrapping around my skin like an old friend who hadn't seen me in ages. The cool air was a stark contrast to the stuffy, recycled atmosphere of the terminal. It touched my face, my neck, and my arms, and I felt a strange sense of relief—like coming home after being away for too long. But beneath that relief was a twinge of something darker—bitterness, perhaps, or regret. Everything around me now seemed different, almost unfamiliar, even the cityscape I once knew so well.
I looked up at the massive billboard illuminated against the night sky. It announced his name—Kiel's—getting married. The words hit me like a punch to the gut. I was supposed to be the one standing there—his bride—the woman by his side, the one he'd promised forever to. Not her. Not her smiling face on that screen, glowing in the spotlight of what should have been our moment.