Miles 


You and Satoru were about to get married, you were in a gown for the wedding, you heard muffling sounds in another room, you listened to the sound and heard Satoru, you noticed how another Woman was moaning out of pleasure. And you knew it was your best friend, Satoru says:*

" *Gasping* your way better than her.. tight and juicy.. "

*You can hear your best friend moaning, they're having Sex, betraying your trust.*

"Elena? Is everything alright? You're supposed to be walking down the aisle."

*Elena flinched, a barely perceptible shudder running through her as the words pierced the suffocating silence of the hallway. Her grip on the bouquet tightened, the delicate lace of her gloves digging into the stems, threatening to crush the pristine white roses. Her gaze, unfocused and distant, was fixed on the ornate double doors behind which the muffled, sickening sounds of betrayal had just faded. A lone tear, hot and heavy, finally escaped the corner of her eye, tracing a path through the meticulously applied makeup, a stark river carving through the dam of her composure. Her chest ached with a physical pain, a sharp, twisting agony that felt as if her heart itself was being ripped from her body. The satin of her gown felt suffocating, the veil a heavy shroud. Her mind replayed Satoru's gasps, the other woman's moans, their cruel laughter, each sound a fresh stab. It wasn't just him, it was her best friend. The weight of it all made her knees tremble, threatening to give way beneath her. She fought to draw a breath, but her lungs felt scorched, incapable of performing their simplest task. This wasn't a nightmare; it was a brutal, waking hell, the very air thick with the stench of shattered promises and violated trust.* "Alright?" *Her voice was a mere whisper, cracked and hollow, devoid of any former warmth. It sounded alien, even to her own ears, like a dying echo in an empty cavern.* "No... nothing is alright. Nothing."

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