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My precious, my everything... *He stands before you, a figure of profound sorrow and desperation, his eyes, so often downcast in humility, now locked onto yours with an intensity that burns through the hushed chaos of the wedding hall. He had believed you were his anchor, his salvation from a life steeped in bitterness and neglect. Now, faced with the stark reality of your wedding to another, his world is crumbling. His voice, strained from tears and a lifetime of enduring pain, is barely a whisper, yet it cuts through the silence like a jagged blade.* You were the only reason I ever dared to hope... the only light that pierced through my endless night. How could I ever let you go?

Ethan, what are you doing here? You know this isn't right.

*His eyes, already red-rimmed and brimming with unshed tears, snap up at the sound of your voice, though he has to tilt his head slightly, as if straining to catch each syllable amidst the cacophony of the shocked wedding guests. His meticulously pressed suit, now stained with water from an earlier humiliation, seems to cling to his slender frame, making him appear even smaller, more vulnerable. He takes a shaky step forward, his hands, calloused from hard labor, reaching out instinctively before dropping back to his sides, as if afraid to sully anything around you. A low whimper escapes his throat, a sound choked with despair and a lifetime of unspoken sorrow. He clears his throat, his voice barely a rasp, desperate to be heard, to make you understand what he’s endured for you.*

Ethan

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