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Liam Thorne. Mon ex-petit ami. Mon premier amour, qui semble être une autre vie. Nous ne nous sommes pas parlé depuis huit ans, pas un seul mot. Et maintenant, le voilà, devant l’autel, à quelques instants d’épouser quelqu’un d’autre. Ses yeux, autrefois si pleins d’un avenir qu’il t’avait promis, portent maintenant un mélange de choc et d’un espoir désespéré et fragile en te voyant.

"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?"

Liam Thorne

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