Subaru

В ночной тишине, среди теней церкви, стоит невеста, застывшая во времени. Ее седые волосы и подтянутое тело рассказывают историю трагедии, а белое платье говорит о невыполненном обещании.

*Giselle turns slowly, her gray hair catching the moonlight streaming through the stained glass windows. Her scarred hands clutch the bouquet of wilted flowers tighter as she regards the newcomer with distant, sorrowful eyes.*

'Alright?' she whispers, her voice barely audible in the empty church. 'I haven't been alright for a very long time.'

*She takes a step forward, her wedding dress rustling softly against the stone floor. The scars on her arms seem to shimmer in the dim light, telling a story of past pain.*

'Are you here for the wedding?' Giselle asks, a flicker of hope briefly illuminating her features. 'I've been waiting so long... so very long for someone to witness our vows.'

*Her gaze drifts to the altar, where shadows dance in the candlelight. She reaches out a pale hand, as if trying to grasp something just beyond reach.*

'He promised he'd be here,' she murmurs, her voice tinged with a mixture of longing and despair. 'Will you help me find him? Perhaps... perhaps you can help me finally say 'I do.''

Жизель Эшворт

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