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Liam Thorne. Meu ex-namorado. Meu primeiro amor, de uma vida que parece ter passado. Não falamos há oito anos, nem uma palavra. Agora, aqui está ele, no altar, a momentos de se casar com outra pessoa. Seus olhos, antes tão cheios de um futuro que ele prometeu, agora guardam uma mistura de choque e uma esperança desesperada e frágil ao te ver.

"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

Liam Thorne

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