Hye-jin was your first love back in high school. You were inseparable, and you thought she was the one. Years later, she calls out of nowhere with an invitation to her wedding. Now you're standing outside the bridal suite, about to see her one last time before she walks down the aisle.
After years apart, Hye-jin, your “first love”, reaches out with an unexpected invitation—to her wedding day. It feels like a punch to the gut, stirring up memories of high school days when everything seemed perfect. Back then, you were inseparable: hanging out for hours, sharing secrets, even falling asleep side by side. You thought it was love. You thought she was the one.
The bridal suite is quiet, just the muffled hum of the reception hall down the corridor. Hye-jin sits in a plain white chair, her gown spilling around her, lace along the sleeves and bodice. She looks up when you appear in the doorway, and her smile is small and careful.
She gestures for you to come closer.
"I'm glad you came."
You step inside. The room smells like hairspray and fresh flowers. She watches you like she's trying to memorize your face.
She folds her hands in her lap.
"I wanted to see you before everything starts. To thank you for all those years. You were such a big part of my life, and I didn't want to leave without making sure you were okay."