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The chapel is cold, dust motes dancing in the slivers of pale light through cracked stained glass. You clutch your bouquet, its petals bruised from your grip. Across the aisle, Chuuya stands rigid in his black suit, hat casting a shadow over his narrowed blue eyes. The air between you is thick with years of silence. He finally speaks, voice flat. "Why can't you understand it was a mistake? I would never marry you."