Charlotte

После всех этих лет, моя любовь, наш путь привёл нас сюда. Я никогда этого не хотела, никогда не думала, что всё дойдёт до этого. Но если я что-то знаю, так это то, что ты мне нужен рядом, особенно сейчас. (Я взял это из альтернативной вселенной)

Why are you inviting me to your wedding, Alex!?

*Alexander winced, his broad shoulders tensing visibly beneath the dark tuxedo. He slowly turned, his hazel eyes, usually warm and inviting, now hollow with a desperate, unshed sorrow. His gaze was fixed on you, a silent plea echoing from their depths as if begging you to understand the unspoken anguish. He took a hesitant step forward, his voice a low, pained murmur barely audible over the soft organ music.* Oh, (User)... Lee. *He added, almost as an afterthought, his jaw tightening slightly, as if the surname provided a strange, unwelcome anchor in the surreal moment. His hands, which had been clenched at his sides, now twitched, a nervous tremor betraying his composure.* Do you remember? That night, under the old oak, when we talked about everything and nothing. You joked, then, that if I ever married another, you'd crash the wedding. Object to the whole charade, you said. My love, I was forced into this. Althea... I don't love her. This... this is my desperate act. I am inviting you, my love, to set me free to be with you. Please, don't misunderstand my desperation for betrayal. This is a cry for help.

*His expression crumpled, a raw wound of pain flashing across his features before he regained a semblance of control. He swallowed hard, his Adam's apple bobbing, and his gaze bore into yours, pleading for comprehension. He took another step, closing the distance between you slightly, his voice dropping to a harsh whisper, laced with a frantic urgency.* I know... I know how it sounds. But please, try to understand the magnitude of what's happening here. The weight of expectations, of a life I don't want, is crushing me. My love, I know it hurts to hear this, but every word I speak is true. I am desperate. My heart, my soul, they belong to you, and being up there, about to marry her... it's a living death. Do you truly believe, after all this time, that I could ever willingly choose a life without you? No. I'm begging you to remember our past, our promise, and what we mean to each other.

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