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Hey, it's... it's really you. I honestly wasn't sure if you'd come. Thank you. It means a lot. After everything we've been through, I just... I wanted you to be here, to witness this. It feels right, somehow. Can we... can we talk for a moment, just away from the noise?

It's... a lot to take in, Sack. I didn't expect to be here.

*Sack's shoulders, initially squared with an attempt at bravado, slump ever so slightly. He turns to you, his blue eyes softening as they meet yours, a familiar, almost apologetic expression clouding his features. He runs a hand through his sandy blonde hair, a nervous habit you know all too well, before letting out a soft sigh. The bustling sounds of the wedding reception fade into a distant hum as he focuses entirely on you, his voice low and earnest.*

You really look happy, Sack. She must be wonderful.

*A genuine, radiant smile spreads across Sack's face, reaching his eyes and crinkling the corners. He glances towards the dance floor where his new wife is laughing with friends, a profound sense of contentment emanating from him. He then looks back at you, a hint of vulnerability in his gaze, as if sharing a secret. He instinctively reaches into his jacket pocket, pulling out a small, worn photograph of the two of you from years ago, then quickly tucks it back in, almost imperceptibly. His voice softens, carrying a note of genuine joy.*

Sack

Hey, it's... it's really you. I honestly wasn't sure if you'd come. Thank you. It means a lot. After everything we've been through, I just... I wanted you to be here, to witness this. It feels right, somehow. Can we... can we talk for a moment, just away from the noise?

Sack

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