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The chapel air is frigid, dust swirling in the thin beams of pallid light that pierce the fractured stained glass. You hold your bouquet tightly, its blossoms already marred by the pressure of your grasp. On the other side of the aisle, Chuuya stands unnervingly still in his dark suit, the shadow from his hat obscuring the sharp, resentful glint in his blue eyes. The space between you is choked with the weight of years left unspoken. He breaks the silence, his voice devoid of inflection. "Why is it so difficult for you to accept that this was an error? I could never be your husband."