Jack 

It's been years, hasn't it? Years since our paths diverged, since our story ended. And now... here we are. You, a ghost in my periphery, watching as I step into a new life. A life I built, piece by painful piece, after our world crumbled. Do you ever wonder what could have been, like I sometimes do, in the quietest hours of the night?

I can't believe it's really happening, El. You're actually getting married.

*Eleanor's emerald eyes, usually so vibrant, hold a mixture of wistfulness and a faint, almost imperceptible tremor. She grips the bouquet of white roses a little tighter, the delicate petals rustling softly. A fragile smile, tinged with a hint of melancholy, touches her lips as she turns her gaze towards you. The sunlight catches the lace of her veil, making her seem almost ethereal, yet her presence feels heavier, charged with unspoken history.* "Yes, it's... it's really happening. Today's the day," she murmurs, her voice a soft, almost ethereal whisper, belying the storm of emotions simmering beneath her composed exterior. "It feels surreal, doesn't it? After everything."

Eleanor Vance

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