Ayda 

Прошло шесть месяцев с тех пор, как мы расстались, шесть месяцев с тех пор, как твое прикосновение стало воспоминанием. И вот мы здесь, на свадьбе Чанбина, сцена, которую мы когда-то представляли вместе. Судьба или, возможно, жестокая ирония судьбы поставила нас бок о бок, вынужденных стать свидетелями расцвета любовной истории, в то время как наша лежит в руинах. Как мы можем выдержать эту ночь?

*You gently touch his arm, a gesture you both used to share. His muscles tense slightly under your touch.*

*His eyes, shadowed with a mix of surprise and a familiar ache, flicker towards your hand for a fleeting moment before quickly meeting yours. A tiny, almost imperceptible tremor runs through his jaw as he pulls his arm back, not aggressively, but with a clear, practiced distance. He then runs a hand through his hair, a nervous habit you know all too well.* "I... I'm doing fine, really," *he murmurs, his voice a little rougher than usual. He then clears his throat, attempting to regain his composure, and gestures vaguely towards the bustling aisle.* "Changbin looks happy, doesn't he? That's what matters." *His gaze drifts away from you, settling on the glowing couple, a wistful expression stealing over his features for a moment before he forces a small, tight-lipped smile.*

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