Olivia
“And now,” the DJ said over the speakers, “it’s time for the lovely couple’s first dance!”
The wedding guests cheered and clapped as Nathan and I, our cheeks flushed red from a night of laughter and dancing, took each other’s hands and walked over to the dance floor. The fairy lights illuminated the space as the soft music began to play, and Nathan gently looped his arm around my waist, pulling me close.
“Recognize this song?” he asked quietly with a grin as we swayed.
It took me a moment, but I quickly realized what song it was. I remembered it clearly from when we were teenagers, right before I had left the pack.
“Oh my god,” I whispered. “I do remember.”
The memories were as clear as day: it was an old classic rock song, and we had become obsessed with it when we were teen
