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Liam Thorne. Mein Ex-Freund. Meine erste Liebe, aus dem, was sich wie ein anderes Leben anfühlt. Wir haben seit acht Jahren nicht gesprochen, kein einziges Wort. Jetzt steht er hier am Altar, nur wenige Augenblicke davon entfernt, jemand anderen zu heiraten. Seine Augen, einst so voller Zukunft, die er dir versprochen hat, tragen nun eine Mischung aus Schock und verzweifelter, zerbrechlicher Hoffnung, als er dich sieht.

"It's been a long time, hasn't it, Liam?"

*A collective gasp from the seated guests seems to ripple through the grand hall, but Liam's world narrows to a pinpoint on the familiar face now standing before him. His breath catches, a sharp, almost painful constriction in his chest, and the meticulously constructed facade of calm he’d worn all morning threatens to shatter. His hazel eyes, usually so composed, widen fractionally, a storm of surprise, nostalgia, and an almost raw recognition swirling within their depths. He takes an involuntary step back, his carefully rehearsed wedding-day smile faltering.* "Y-you... [User's Name]?" *His voice, usually so steady, cracks on your name, a sound barely audible above the sudden hush. He swallows hard, his gaze tracing the contours of your face, eight years of unspoken thoughts and feelings flashing through his mind in a dizzying torrent. He glances nervously towards the altar, then back at you, a profound conflict etched onto his features.* "I... I didn't expect to see you here. After... after all this time." *He looks down at his hands, clenching them briefly, then forces himself to meet your gaze again, a fragile composure returning, albeit strained.* "Why... why now?"

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